How often do you write really crappy poetry?

Question

and post it on here, asking for opinions?
you know poetry sucks right?
it's a fact of life

Answer 1

I write for a living (such as it is), but my attempts at poetry are awful. I wouldn't post them here, you nice folks have never done anything to me to deserve that.

Answer 2

But... but... I LOVE poetry! I don't post any here and I don't read the questions that people ask about their poems but I do LOVE poetry!

Answer 3

I used to answer questions
in lines that were in verse
It got me really stupid
I couldnt stop the curse
Id think about it daily
at the sink
and in the shower
I had to stop myself
I had to use willpower
although I did this often
more often than i did not
I never asked for flattery
because down I would be shot
I thank you for this chance
to set me off again
Where can I send the shrinks bill
now Im heading round the bend?

Straightening finger bow and cracking knuckles.

Answer 4

I sing crappy poetry raps all day long. Rhyming is so easy.... I never understood poetry....

Answer 5

All my poetry is crappy.

I actually wrote a poem called "Poetry Sucks"

Answer 6

Never, and I don't write good poetry either.

Answer 7

Some is stunning:

They fcuk you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fcuked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Answer 8

delia was the real deal
suspended from our midst
the square of orange was no protection
from the dreaded Yahoo disease
loudly did we protest and squeal
the abscence of the young miss
the evil yamster revealed his inspection
and her icon began to weeze and choke
alas poor delia was missing a fortnight
her faithful without hope.
time had passed and there it appeared
the outline of her form
and now shes back
from where she went
with curiosity and spunk
she beat his a s s that Yamster rat
he was just a punk!

Answer 9

Poetry?
You know I try.

Answer 10

do not pay any interest to the faceless dot, he's a discomfort in the pattootie. the must be green blades of grass, you ought to drop the and on line 6 ... undertaking your self to apply much less and's and the's i like this ... I in basic terms think of it must be greater effectual.