poetry you must make a poem from your emotions and mood that you are haveing right now 
There once was a man
who lived in a can
this man was Stan
who lived in a can
Stan the man
who lived in a can
had a neighbor named Dan
who liked to play in the sand
sometimes Stan the man
who lived in a can
would lend a hand to Dan
who liked to play in the sand
…
let’s get serious now
…
republicans are red
democrats are blue
none of them give a f*ck about me or you.
…
no seriously, i’m seriously serious about being serious
…
a red sky with white clouds a’drifting
i found my eyes once fixed now continually shifting
a black night of stars a’falling
my dreams have awoken to my nightmares calling
Impartial to how my work progresses
I think that today my mind undresses
The seriousness of this work’s completion
As my drive nears utter depletion.
How am I to do all of what I want
And do the things that still daunt
Everything I do to this very day
And keep my lazy impulses at bay?
Perhaps I’ll watch a movie or two
Or keep up with Marisa and Reimu,
Maybe I’ll play an engaging game
And waste hours on end with no shame.
I guess I’ll just do what I feel
Until I finish my afternoon meal;
It’ll probably be something peasy…
Pfft, whatever, I’m taking it easy.
B) 
Perverted poems and Hairly Hikus for Slowhand
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Slowhand, the Mod Goddess
she with the whip
I thought that rash had cleared up for good
Your skin glows like the pomme de terre,
blossoms sparkly as the dianthus
in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your kazoo voice
and leaps like a polar bear
at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great buzzard wing.
I am comforted by your decorative eyeglass string
that I carry into the threads of TAN
and hold next to my elbow.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears
of olive oil. As my nose falls from my
dashboard, it reminds me of your Cats.
In the quiet I listen for the last angry squirrel of the day.
My heated hips leaps to my tee shirt. I wait in the moonlight
for your banning whip of pain
so that we may dive as one,
purple helmet and mystical motocycle of love.
But no is the reply, as we are both married
So I guess I’ll have some pie
Don’t hit them with your whip
that’s reserved for me, My Delicious Dominatrix
and now some love haikus for my Slowhand
My name is Slowhand
Whips,chains,my favorite things
Bad posters, beware!
You are quite gassy.
Please keep the sound to yourself.
You ate too much beans.
I like men I like
their flesh but not their ideas
cannibalism
I want to be close
to you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?
Haikus are easy
but sometimes they don’t make sense
Refrigerator
Slowhand, from Texas
Takes the leather to bad posts
Your whip wrath, painful
Her cats aplenty
By purring, they get petted
Why can’t I be too?
Is Slow Tsundere?
She’s certainly not moe
She’s Mad, Everybody Run!
This thread makes Slow blush
My work here is complete
More embarrassment later
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"There was a little maiden
In red and black drest,
She sang to God in Heaven
And God within her breast.
It flooded me with pain,
While she struck me with her whip,
When this young maiden sang: "My soul
Doth magnify the Lord.“
The stars sing all together
And hear the angels sing,
But they said they had never heard
My scream so beautiful a thing.”
“kazoo voice”?
“gassy”?
OUTLANDER!
To the dungeon! NOW!
Why am I even here?
Is there some truth near?
Did I lose all the gear
That stopped that leer?
The one into my heart
That I feared from the start
From those I knew naught
In this avatar I begot.
I would like to take it easy,
But I fear I will seem sleazy;
I would like to joke in vain
But I fear I will seem profane.
I would, and this is a fact,
Always allow myself to react
To those I wish to speak
Without seeming morally weak.
Then again, it’s my problem, not yours,
And even though I still carry the sores
Of yet another post I shouldn’t have made,
At least this time I did not bade
Another “should have” on to the list
Growing into a horrid, torential cyst.
I would love to love and to be friends,
But it seems that my inner thought contends
That the public will disapprove of me
Even though my face they do not see.
I want to be shining to all
And not come off as a gall.
I hope someday I can unravle these cords
Keeping me restrained on the Boards.
i lost my way around TAN and found this thread. so i guess ill make up a poem for TAN
Anime Anime Anime Where For Art Thou Anime
Thank You (youre to kind)
Note: This was inspired by the story of Adam and Eve
This is the story of a girl named Eve
She wants and she wants and forgets what she needs
Some people say all she had was lust
Until the day she turned to dust
She ran into him on deserted street
He chuckled and said it was a coincidence they should meet
He was dressed all in red with a leaf on his head
But she did not notice for they were soon in bed
The very next day as she strolled past a store
She was taken aback by the rude girl at the door
The girl flailed her arms and told of a terrible fate
Eve glared at her with a look full of hate
Every time she saw the man with the leaf
She grew more and more obsessed with grief
She could not have him as much as she wanted
When she was not with him she would become taunted
Every day a new person would warn her away
But she would never ever betray
The one that she loved or so she thought
Until came the day he tore out her heart
She was not mourned
For everyone that had warned
Had used to love her
Until came the day
She threw their love away
In order to be with another
This is the story of a girl named Eve
She wants and she wants and forgets what she needs
Some people say all she had was lust
Until the day she turned to dust
R.I.P. Tager’s computer
Won’t stay on even if I reboot 'er
So as for now I’m on the Wii
Until a new one is given to me.
Thank you. v_v
[quote=“Iron K. Tager” post=138163]R.I.P. Tager’s computer
Won’t stay on even if I reboot 'er
So as for now I’m on the Wii
Until a new one is given to me.
Thank you. v_v[/quote]
whisle whisle whisle, clap clap clap.
encore encore
what a sad but beauitful POEM Tager
hope you get a pc soon
Poetry… (takes bow)
Thank you
Poem written by Kyouta
dragon ball dragon ball the first anime i seen on tv… wish i may wish i might have the series on
blue ray to night.
[quote=“Iron K. Tager” post=138163]R.I.P. Tager’s computer
Won’t stay on even if I reboot 'er
So as for now I’m on the Wii
Until a new one is given to me.
Thank you. v_v[/quote]
Ouch! What a downgrade.
At least you have something that is easy to control in the meantime.
Too bad you lack the videos.
Poetry in motion. By Kyouta
boredom is flakey
boredom is timeless
but Bored am i.
Popsicle o popsicle,
How I love thee fair popsicle,
Orange, cherry or grape,
How can I choose between tastes so great?
Blue Bird, Blue Sky. I always was get High.
I did it! I did it! Oh what joy!
I brought back this old boy!
Just when my hope was gone
In comes this brand new dawn!
Through all the screens of blue
And the scannings I had to do
I won against that horrid mite
After that 24 hour fight.
I was told that it was lost,
Told of a new system’s cost,
And realizing my budget line
I knew it was a desperate time.
So disregard what I had said
Because my efforts have now led
My computer from the abyss
And the Wii I will not miss.
:3
The Rain in Spain Falls Mainly in The Plains