Now, there are going to be plenty of people complaining that there is no such thing as a "bad poem", but I think it is a truth most of us have to accept eventually - otherwise there is no such thing as a "bad" taste, or a "bad" smell, or a "bad" film. As heart-felt as a poem might be, if it drowns itself in tired emotional vocabulary, or spews itself rhythmless across the page it will not be overly enjoyable.
That's what I want you all to do. Write a bad poem. Write the most awful poem you can imagine. I promise it will be fun and educational - especially to see what other poets term "bad".

We did this as an exercise in a creative writing paper I took last year - the results were hilarious.

Ready. Set. GO!

Pretty much all the honest truth telling in the world is done by children.
~ Oliver Wendell

i wrote this cos i was feelin very deeply hurt at the time. i tryed to show those deep feelins in my poem. i think it is better then my other stuff. i hope u like it.


where is my soul without you

in my deep dark pit
i saw you come and you
pulled out my heart
a cold zephyr on my face
i am alone
why did you hurt me?
now my legs carry me
like a zombie
like everything inside me is dead
WHY DID YOU HURT ME?
the weeping moon reflects my tears
come back and let
me touch your face
again
alone
with you

OMFGBBQ!!! Worst. Poem. Ever.

Now you try!

THE CACTUS GARDEN OF OUR LOVE

Here I roam alone
Through the cactus garden
of our love
Our porcupine and redback dreams
Nudge yet again at the welts
around this heart

I sit on the edge
Of our once shared
bed
of nails
Pulling prickles from my feet
embedded in careless words
Left strewn across
the floor.

Neither you nor I
Had a tough leather hide
Or immunity to pointy things
And days in the cactus garden
of ‘us’
Just took it’s toll
My love.

And as I tenderly hold
Last memories of you
There between the puncture holes
Left by the incisors of your puppy
on a soft place of me
I marvel at the irony
That what I need
To replace that mutt
Is a tetanus injection
In my butt.

Oh life!
Good or bad
Everything is just so pointy.
*sigh*

NB ~ Redbacks are Queenslands highly venomous spider.

Fun, Fun.... what a great thread, Fuzzies!

Foucault's Fool

Foucault's fool
ignites his rifle
with a girdled grasp
of existential angst

Crimsoned ribbons
crumble
into
prudential pride

"Calooh, callay!
O frabjous day!"
Nothing matters
for
matter
is
not hinged.

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The opposite of joy is not sorrow. It is unbelief. ~ Leslie Weatherhead

Good Lord! I think I'm growing altogether too fond of this thread.

THE GHOST OF THE POETRY BABE

Arrgh!
I’m turning into the “Poetry Babe”
Heart seeping, bleeding , moaning,
Onto every new Word document.

Get a life woman!
No one wants to know what ye
dredge up from the barrel’s bottom!

Inversions aplenty
But you’re 40… not 20!!
Words so soggy, theme’s so grey.

Forgive me this one intense tirade
This less than fizzy lemonade
This sadly lacking word parade.

Tomorrow, now that’s a new day
A sonnet….. a kyrielle….. a limerick
Land of Quotes and Glory
You’ll yet be here

And so will I.
Perennial, just like *parthenium
And other noxious weeds.


*Parthenium is listed as a ‘pest’ in Queensland horticultural circles.
Contact the Dept of Natural Resources and they will rid your sorry life of this
noxious vine, free of charge.

The Legend of Buddy Smutty

There once was a rather mysterious bard
Who posted vulgar rhymes on dormitory boards.
He wrote nasty words with a flare for stench
And he signed his dirty name with filthy ink.

LOl.

shut up,
no you shut up.
Stupid
fool
laugh
cry
we all fall down.

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"I always thought writing poetry was hard, untill i realized sometimes it just slips magically out of my hands and onto paper." Tina

"Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortality."
-Emily Dickinson, Because I Could Not Stop For Death

The Dumpee's Lament

Rivulet tears course the cleft in my chin.
Making it worse, all chapped gets my skin.
Moonlight grows murky; my soul's in distress.
You've found another, turns out my best guess.

Gone fluffy ambiance on which I'd float.
Digestion upset, I now suffer from bloat
as a result of your temperament, crass.
Each and the other, may both of them pass.

I've thought about leaving, once and for all.
Rather than comfort, it just makes me bawl!
I hope you're unhappy ... get all you deserve.
"I" remain Steadfast ... SHE's nothing but Curve!

What can she offer that I cannot match?
If women were dough, she'd be a bad batch.
Come to your senses; open your eyes.
At best, she's just one of them glib "Loreleis".

I'll wait forever ... beyond even then.
Riches won't lure me nor other cute men.
I'll suffer through sorrow with naught to placate.
I'll prove it tonight, when I'm out with my date.

LOL, Limn! That's so bad it's bloody well good!

Limskidoodle! So nice to see you!


What fun! My turn . . .

I'll Fix You

A minute stuck, just my luck.
The pendulum sways but the hand stays.
Yep, going to be one of those days.
I slapped its back to get gravity back
and the damn thing slapped me back.
What happened next I could never explain,
that decrepit clock started working again.

What is brown and round,
And lies on the ground?

factum durum uel factum nullum

Ode to a bumblebee

Oh bumblebee
lively
free yellow and black and see
you like to say zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

'Wisdom comes to all of us. Someday it might even be your turn.' -Polgara the Sorceress
"To the pain!" Dread Pirate Roberts
"People are stupid" Wizard's First Rule

I think it would be helpful if the author could say why he/she thinks the work posted is 'bad.'

"I'm telling you. People come and go in this Forest, and they say, 'It's only Eeyore, so it doesn't count.' They walk to and fro saying, 'Ha ha!' But do they know anything about A? They don't. It's just three sticks to them. But to the Educated - mark this, little Piglet- to the Educated, not meaning Poohs and Piglets, it's a great and glorious A." --Eeyore, The House at Pooh Corner

This is bad because there is no puncuation, no imagery, no point to the piece, and it just stinks..LOL and yes there are no Caps, and bad spelling.
my mom was secund cuzz two bob
don ran a taxi sarvice for money
i coold not be coaught
steeling it so i growed rich

oh my my what a dull time i have had this sumner
i got wet from the whoter
joe lifes in a dinner
necks to the sstret
i like peenuts.

i hope d that you like my potry thks

me

[This message was edited by ohsteve on 11-10-05 at 11:19 PM.]