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I wrote this for extra credit, it was supposed to include death and the changing of the seasons. I don't write poems very often but it was interesting to try. I could use and thoughts or feedback.



The last day of summer,
I heard the news about the kid,
He was there right next door,
And I never knew how he lived,

"Hi", "How are you," and "Fine."
Were the only words we ever said,
Each day for years and years,
And now just like that, he is dead.

All the strangers you pass,
They might be potential best friends,
Smile and get to know them,
These chances will all one day end.

The autumn leaves will fall,
Most misunderstood and unknown,
Have a heart, catch a few,
Or you'll reach winter all alone.

Your username is a lie.

Unfortunately yes.

I once went out during the rain
I got so wet I felt only disdain
But it didn't even bother
Because I went to your mother

"Hi," I said just in case. "It's already fall."
"And why the long face, did I go to the stall?"
But she didn't respond
At her feet stood a pond

We did our deed and that was that
Never knew your mom was an acrobat
We might've even become friends
But this is where the rhyme scheme ends

Winter came, winter went
God poems are so fucking gay
Just say what you want to say
Hey that rhymed without even meaning to

This poet Enterpride,
He did the classic jibe,
About someones mother,
Even though his own,
Was never home,
(She had Endmaster's number. )

Sad little Enterpride,
Then went home and died,
He put his ass on a rail,
For a big train to nail,
After eating white "glue",
Cuz this is my poem now,
And I make the rules.

Lighthearted it started until this knave sharted in anger cause he got outsmarted
His rhymes are weak, his words are meek and he will never find the vengeance he seeks
So go home kid, it's done, stop copying before I completely take over
Fuck it, don't even need a fourth line while I wine and dine your mom

Lol.

It'll be interesting to watch if this actually escalates to a poetry duel (especially if the main focus is on humour rather than rhyme schemes or meter).

What do you mean? My rhyme scheme is both impeccable and avant-garde, while meter is definitely fake news made for nerds and english teachers.

Are you trying to actually murder Gower?

I wouldn't be able to because I've got to focus on my Halloween story now. This thread turned out way funnier than I expected though, I thought it would just get ignored or maybe one or two people would call me a faggot.

But besides enterprise being one instead it even got the actually good poem you wrote, that I'm going to take credit for inspiring now.

Based enter making this faggot seethe.

I don't mind enterpride at all, he wrote the longest review on my last story.

I just knew from the start he wasn't quite on my level

"actually good poem you wrote"

Ha, take that, Enterpride! Thanks, Soy_No_More! You certainly get all the inspiration credit.

(Just kidding about the first part btw, all the poems in this thread were great, whether for comedic purposes, entertainment, inspiration, or a combination of several factors. And impeccable rhyme scheme lol).

Now, I've got to focus on my Halloween story's walkthrough. I've delayed it for too long. 

Looking at these larpers yelling at a wall

Cystians resisted laughing at this foolish brawl

 

Enterpride, a knight of much renown,

Had relapsed again, became the wanker of the town.

Soy no more, a motherfucker, literally

Had repaved the road of true degeneracy with a motherly bigamy.

 

Each of them, useless cucks of little moral worth,

Couldn't even make the words go rhyming, alas

Please release their bodies to the sky and out of earth

For a iambic meter might be too hard for them to grasp. 

Nerd.

>rhyming bother/mother

Enterpride confirmed to have a Tommy Wiseau accent

Petals thrown in windswept waltzes,
Spring’s silver sheen atop their heads.
When Joy’s merriment begins to exalt us,
The luminous feeling spreads and spreads.

Dazzling rays slice through the darkness,
Sun-lit sands, they shimmer and shine.
Summer's warmth invokes a kindness,
And it quells the night by its design.

Orange-streaked leaves in rhythmic patterns,
Glide gracefully across the chilly altitude.
Autumn breathes life into the hidden,
We’re stranded in the silence of sweet solitude.

Withered corpses lay on snowy-white landscapes,
As beauty exists amidst the cruel carnage.
A tranquil flurry of ethereal, feathery shapes,
Descends to obscure Winter’s cold rage.

I should've just turned this in instead.