Off the cuff.... Whats the best poem you can come up with?

Answer 1

My daughter just told me one.

Im holding a conker,
and you look like a plonker.
snake snake snake. Jaimies a snake.

She is 4. And i dont have a scooby doo who Jamie is.

Answer 2

REQUIEM



The skies of blue are gray to my saddened eyes
Red roses look to me blacker than the night
Food is bland like cakes of tasteless rice
And music doesn't seem to sound quite right
The stars above appear so dim
The moon paler than it's ever been
The trees are lifeless, bare of leaf or limb
The grass sways not regardless of the wind.
A rainbows hue, blurred to duller shades
The scent of perfume a landfill at noon
Laughter cuts through me like a jagged blade
I only hope this pain inside ends soon
This dismal world is more than I can bear
Loneliness I cannot understand
Where is the love I have searched for everywhere
Could it be, for me, it has been banned
So many days and nights so many tears I've cried
I cannot escape from all the sorrow
Anguish cuts my soul yet I cannot die
Something pulls me on into tomorrow.

Answer 3

When I was a girl I had a little quim
I sat upon my bed and put a finger in
Now that i'm a woman and full of all the charm
I can get three fingers in and half my f-----g arm

Man that poem has always disgusted me since I got in in a card for Vday off a fella

Answer 4

A poem that's straight off the cuff,
While I'm sitting here in the buff.
Well, creating my art
Makes me stand up and fart
But I think you'll agree that's enough!

Answer 5

My own little Christmas ditty: COAL IN MY SOCK
The coal in my sock came as no surprise
For I was a bad boy, my parents were wise
And the presents I got were as dumb as can be
So I threw a tantrum and down went the tree
The bulbs were all broken and scattered around
My sister just sat there with nary a sound
Then Dad came down and caught us a messin'
My face got all red as I started confessin"

SHE DID IT, DAD!

Answer 6

Poems written on the cuff
tend on the whole to be rather rough
and what is more
(A real pain)
They're really hard to wash off again!

Answer 7

I wanna see the knife in your wrist
I wanna see the blood all over your pretty white wedding dress
I’d rather cut you than the cake
You may now kiss the lips of death
I do I do want to kill you

Let’s walk down the aisle so I can murder you
I’m gonna put a rope around your pretty little neck
For better or for worse, in sickness and in health
Forever on, til death do us part
I do I do want to kill you

I take thee to be my corpse bride
I will kill thee tonight
Such a nice wedding night
Hello and goodbye my lady
I do I do want to kill you

Answer 8

eternal rain

i sit by my window,
look out at the rain
i think to my self
will it ever end

its wet and its cold
a usual day
i cant go anywhere
my umbrella flew away

my music is sad
and so is my gaze
i try to spot people
but its all a haze

some raindrops and more
they block my view
oh why o why
can i never see you

ps sorry abt the depressing subject but its raining ALL day ere :(

Answer 9

this isn't the best but one of my favs...wrote it 8 yrs ago.
I've won all the battles but the war lingers near.
Insted of standing on the line, i cower back in
fear.
A cease fire is declared yet, in my head, the
bullets ring.
Though the war is over, i still feel the needle
sting.
Feeling like a prisoner, clawing the walls of my
cell
Now that peace is made, can i return to my own
Hell?
AMS

Answer 10

i was minding my own buisness having a f a g
when i got caught by miss davies,the dirty old s l a g
she said its bad for your health and its bad for your wealth
but i wont say nothing if you give me a s h a g
i said "i wouldnt touch your hole with anybodys barge pole"
"you dirty old b i t c h your c u n t stinks of fish"

this is the poem i wrote in class 20 years ago that got me expelled lol

for any americans out there the word f a g in england is slang for ciggarette

Answer 11

someone picked this as best answer i was really surprised i got it. he brought his wife a cheapo birthday card and wanted a poem to go in it

roses are red
violets are blue
whats for dinner
fancy a screw