Take this sentence and turn it into a poem.

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In times so alone
So cold, so dull
Sometimes I feel
like a light that's dark
The person you see
from what I am
I wonder how it is to be
a lampshade indeed

(Do I need to make another sentence? and shouldn't this be a forum game?)
Yes this is a game,
But it's also inventive
So let us not shame
But grant this incentive

We now move it to
A corner creative
And so continues
A thread to be rated

'Why am I forgetting everything?"​
 

Tamsanity

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In my darkest hours
I reflect deep into thoughts I wish I could scour
and yet I feel the ache
where memories should remain
and in their place a fake
remnant of once was
and I exist here now
pondering where they've went


Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?​
 

Ltin

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There it stood, the cheesecake at its prime,
Covered in chocolate, it really looked divine.
But alas, a squirrel came running along.
And left me screaming "
@omgitsathong !"

"It has started to rain ice-cream vans"
A rain so sweet,
Yet so painful,
Their delicious treat
Obstructed only by the metal
Thats crushing my body


"You look like a platypus"
 

lilzeppy

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Upon entering the smoky room,
I stumbled upon a terrible sight.
Lying across the blackjack table
Were three potatoes gleaming in the light.


The door slammed shut behind me.
My heart sank, and my blood ran cold.
Could it really be that we were to play
The dreaded "Potatoes and Blackjack" of old?



"I eat my Pop Tarts with ketchup."
 

Timdood3

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Some call me strange
But they've no idea the range
of the things I'll eat
But it tastes like a treat!


My poptarts have ketchup,
You should try to keep up
The times are changing,
Rhymes are for losers
Ketchup poptarts are forever.


"Let me address the elephant in the room..."​
 

Timdood3

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I walked in the room and oh what a sight!
I enter in the door and oh such a fright!
I talk to the man in the blue suit,
but everyone thinks that I should be sued!
He was already gone, I swear.
He was already dead when I got there.

I wonder what it would be like to be a sandwich.​
 

Olix

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Sometimes I wander around through my head
looking for ice to put on paper
to make some a neat little device
that shows some sort of meaning.
But other times I wander through my eyes
looking for hardwood to put on paper
to make a neat little picture
that shows some sort of meaning.

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WORKING MEN OF ALL COUNTRIES, UNITE!
 

Robo

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Work they do, all day and all night. Wether its mining, digging, constructing, or lifting.
Men. They have a body made to work, capable of constructing a full-on shed in a day. One day, all the men, of all the countrys, will unite to attend the worldwide, national, official Shed Day Contest. The winner gets the best prize..... The Golden Sticker.
...
Isuckatmakingpoemsshuddup:(
.
@Timdood3, look at this masterpiece.
...
[Dots]
...
Once apon a time, in a galaxy far, far away.....

WE ARE THE MAKERS
THE BUILDERS AND BAKERS
WE MAKE MANY THINGS
WE LIKE TO SING
WE ALSO SELL CROCKERY ~ ARE THERE ANY TAKERS?

Sorry when I go to write a poem it usually turns out as a limerick

wow that noob just typekilled me
JIVVI HOW COULD YOU DHDGDHR. :(
Mine isn't even a poem anyway.
Let me have this one ok? :D

EDIT: Guys, please stop doubleposting right next to eachother, we have to merge your posts when you do this... -Biblius
 
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RyanDodd

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Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away
There was a poor soul who was lead astray
He was tricked into believing that poems were stories
When he met a women, well into her forties
His luck seemed to change for better or worse
And he ended up writing not one verse


My cat is covered in chocolate!
 
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