Would you be willing to share?

[Orrex]

Post an absolutely wretched poem that you wrote, with the following two requirements:

1. You must have written it sincerely--no poems specifically written to be awful

2. You must have considered it to be "good" at the time of writing

No time limit; it can be something you wrote 20 years ago, or this afternoon.


I have tons of poems that would qualify, but I don't have the nerve to post first...

[TZ]

1. *sigh* I'm disappointed....

for some reason I thought this thread was gonna be about umm "swingers"...:crazy:

[boilerbabe]

9. Naughty!! n/t

[leftyclimber]

2. If I posted ANYTHING I wrote in high school

I could never show my pixels on this forum again. :hide:

[jeff30997]

3. You call them pixels ?

Have you considered breast implants ? :P

[leftyclimber]

4. They're, uh, really big pixels.

:hide:

:rofl:

[Orrex]

5. This thread is useless without pixels

[boilerbabe]

11. I think I am gonna have to either sign out or get some more

Depends. You are totally making me pee my pants!!!

[boilerbabe]

10. I had to change my Depends on that one!!! hahahaha n/t

[Tuesday Afternoon]

6. what about paraphrasing of famous poems? Does that count?

If not, I am have some truly awful original stuff. I will just have to dig deeper to find it, is all.

[Orrex]

7. Paraphrasing would be interesting, but that might be for a different thread

I'd love to read some of your awful stuff (having already read a fair bit of your good stuff!)

[Tuesday Afternoon]

12. give me a few minutes...I will have to type it in...I have nothing on

this computer. Everything is still on old-fashioned paper...

We could do a thread about Guess the original famous poem from the paraphrase :shrug:

[boilerbabe]

8. I'll have to get back to ya on that..

Not too long ago, my Dad sent me some poems I wrote in grade school (like 35 years ago). Totally lame, but I am going to have to get my sorry lame ass to bed shortly since we are in the middle of a 94-hour work-week (plant shutdown). So hopefully, I can dig this thread up later and contribute!

XXXOOO

[Solon]

13. Considering I have no shame, I'll be the first to post an actual poem...

I rarely write them, and this one is from a LONG time ago, but what the hell, I'll assault the lounge with this poem. :)

Guiding Light

Guiding Light, Shining So Bright
You lit up a path through a dark summer's night
Through kind words and deeds, you've shown this to me.

For while this path is now clear
I know not the perils that are there
But for some reason I do not fear.

To walk this path now, I feel free
From self-doubt, that now I see
The gift you gave to me.

It was only through introspection that I opened my eyes
For my world was filled with self doubt until I saw through the lies
Lies of my own making, ones that I said to myself.

These lies told me to doubt even you
Though now, with eyes open, I see what is true
Your words were never false, not even just once.

For your words of kindness and wisdom
I rewarded you with anger and venom
Now that I see, I can only say I'm sorry.

Doubting you stained me with guilt that will not wash away
A simple apology will not suffice, so this is all I can say
This can be difficult to say so I will not delay.

I love you for being a friend when I was in need
For you were right, where I was wrong in this at the least
True friends are friends through thick and thin.

For while I say that you are my Guiding Light
Such things are only fleeting, and flash past most before they might
See the things I saw when I looked into your eyes.

I say this with a heart that has been lifted
You are the one who is truly gifted
That you see with eyes wide open.

I'm no longer lost, blundering through the dark
For though I was not seeking, I saw that soul within you.
Bright soul, one who is true
Remember these words
And follow them through:

Live as if everyday is the last, be free, and be happy.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

14. thanks for going first Solon ....and now without further ado...

something truly awful from my cache :blush:

You know
I have found that
lying to myself
is
all so easy

And
so I told myself
that all I need to do
is
just stay busy

But
I have it heard it said
that everything
is
gonna be alright

Well
the truth is I can't
sleep alone at night
and
so I stay up

Still
looking to find
just a little peace
little
peace of mind

[CaliforniaPeggy]

15. My dear Orrex!

OK...you asked for it!

*whew*

I actually didn't think too much of this when I wrote it, back in 2007...

It's based on a true incident in my life:


The Santa Ana winds blew

Across the basin

Across my life

Heavy with child

The skies were molten reds, oranges, pinks….

So beautiful

And toxic


Close to birth

Worry gripped me

Had I harmed my child?

The answer arrived…

A mighty kick

shook me


I dare you to compliment it!:P

[Orrex]

16. Let me tell you what inspired this request

Many years ago, a friend and I both contributed several works to the student magazine for one of Penn State's branch campuses. Each of us only got one piece accepted, and we were fine with that, until we discovered that the father and daughter team who accepted/rejected submissions had somehow managed to get a few dozen works accepted.

I found one of his works online tonight. Back in '89 I had actually committed the first stanza to memory, it was so bad, and that's how I found it. I'm reluctant to post a link here, because I don't want to malign him unduly, but trust me when I say that it's really, really bad.


That's not to say that I was a laureatte churning out verses of transcendent beauty--far from it! But I was so annoyed at the clear nepotism of the selection process--especially considering the enormity of his drivel--that I've carried my disgust on a back burner for some 19 years.


Feels good to get that off my chest.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

17. its not what you know, it who you know...

its not what you do, its who you blew...