Hatrack River Writers Workshop: Rejoice! It's Bad Poetry Day!

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Posted by RoxyL (Member # 9096) on :

Okay, disclaimer, I’m in a ridiculously over the top too-tired silly mood.

But Wow, I can’t believe today is almost over (for me PST) and I didn’t know that it was bad poetry day!

The link below is a classic. People submitted bad poetry from their teen years and boy, is it awash in angst and deep thoughts. It gives me a new perspective on why a certain vampire authoress may be so very popular.

My favorite is the second poem. I think my aching heart just about exploded from aching just reading it. “Hug me! I mean really hug me!”
bwahahaha

Anyway, in honor of today, anyone want to make a synopsis of their story in very bad poetry?

Here’s mine:
Aargh! The boy who longs to be free
Is sold to the violent sea
A secret light he did find
Which totally blew his mind
And might save all humanity

Thank you, thank you. Hey, no tomatoes, please! I sweated bullets for at least two minutes to write that.
Enjoy the link!

http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-bad-poetry-day-frisky-readers-share-their-worst-adolescent-poems/

Posted by Robert Nowall (Member # 2764) on :

I can't remember writing any angst-ridden poetry...for one thing, I didn't start regularly until I was about twenty-one...for another, what I liked best at the time was lighthearted and humorous verse and I think what I wrote reflected that.

(A little more thought reveals some angst in my poems...just as well only a couple, angst-ridden and otherwise, were ever published, I guess.)

Posted by shimiqua (Member # 7760) on :

My favorite from junior high.

She who laughs the loudest is trying to hide some pain,
yet he who doesn't laugh at all, is probably insane.

Thank you, thank you.
~Sheena

Posted by Pyre Dynasty (Member # 1947) on :

Thanks a lot, you made me go look up what I did as a teenager. Now I realize I was way more screwed up than I thought. (I was also running on four +1 hours sleep, so it may make cents.) Here's just a little example.

The Wall

The walls are closing in
there making me paranoid
I see the faces of the feinds
I know the pain whithin
A tourture on you all
A wonder on the wall
for in the night
and in the fight
they always come to sing.

Posted by Robert Nowall (Member # 2764) on :

If I remembered where I put my poetry, I'd browse through it and put any couplets or lines or phrases I thought were really bad up here for everyone to see. I'm sure they're around somewhere...buried under the accumulation of twenty years or so.

I'm thinking a reread might be disillusioning...examining my past usually is...

Ah, well...if they turn up, I will...

Posted by PB&Jenny (Member # 9200) on :

quote:

I burned my poems
Crisp and white
Ne'er again
my angst to write.
The pain was but
A simple thing
When once I donned
A wedding ring.
The pain was twice,
Nay, thrice intense
From vain and foul
with girth immense,
That female thief
with stained soul,
Killed the will
and left a hole
Where no one but
the children play,
And no one but
the children play.

Posted by Natej11 (Member # 8547) on :

I don't know why, but I thought of this a day or so ago and had to jot it down. For some reason the word document I saved it to couldn't be opened, so hopefully I'm remembering it right.

I just bought some rosemary,
I thought to put it in my tea,
but all my herbs are in the reliquary,
and I have lost the key.