A poem, normally a spoof of a well known rhyme, with an abrupt, surprising, and often explicit ending.
Roses are red, violets are blue, fuck you whore.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I like spaghetti, lets go fuck.
Hickory dickory dock,
suck my fucking cock.
All examples of abrupt poetry.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I like spaghetti, lets go fuck.
Hickory dickory dock,
suck my fucking cock.
All examples of abrupt poetry.
by RosesAreFuckYou August 23, 2011
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Poetry has been around for over 5,00 years and it's still young, vibrant, and growing. Poetry might even go further into the past, since most people memorized poetry and passed it on orally; 5,000-year-old poems from Mesopotamia could have already been old when they were written.
The practice of memorizing poetery and passing it on by word of mouth is pretty much gone.
Humans change, but maybe their nature doesn't change very much; practically everything that could be said through poetry has already been said, often many times, albeit in different ways. Poets must be original and avoid any cliché if they want to look competent.
Poetry has been around for over 5,00 years and it's still young, vibrant, and growing. Poetry might even go further into the past, since most people memorized poetry and passed it on orally; 5,000-year-old poems from Mesopotamia could have already been old when they were written.
The practice of memorizing poetery and passing it on by word of mouth is pretty much gone.
Humans change, but maybe their nature doesn't change very much; practically everything that could be said through poetry has already been said, often many times, albeit in different ways. Poets must be original and avoid any cliché if they want to look competent.
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Chan eil fìor. Abair thugam (It’s not true. Say to me)
Nach eil fìor. Mas e ur toil e... (That it’s not true. If you please...)
O h-iochdaist! ‘N dualchas sin ann- (O goodness! That culture there-)
Mar a bhuin dhuinn o cheann fhada... (What belonged to us long ago...)
Sean dòighean mar a bh’againn... (Ancient ways that we had...)
Rudan gun robh, ‘s nach eil a-nis... (Things that were, and that are no more...)
Ar daoine, ar dualchas glan... (Our people, our pristine culture...)
Am faic sinn iad a-chaoidh a-rithist...? (Will we ever see them again...?)
Seallaibh! Na òg daoine seo... (Behold! These young ones...)
Nach faic sinn tannasgan idir... (That will not see us ghosts at all...)
Fhathast th’ann beagan gun tog (Yet there are some that will)
Ar dòighean suas. Th’iad òg, làidir... (Pick our old ways up. They are young, strong...)
Linnean o cheann, bha sinn ‘nar (Ages ago, we were a)
Clì gun do riaghal thar an tìr (Force that reigned over the land)
Far an dh’fhan sinne... ‘s an nuair (Where we lived... and then)
Sin nuair thàinig iad: an-iochd fìor... (They came: true cruelty...)
Ciamer a ‘s thèid do àite (How can a place)
Bi mar seo: cho mòr ‘s cho dòmhail...? (Be like this: so spacious and so crowded...?)
Tha ‘n guthan seo nas ciùine... (These voices are quieter...)
Dh’fhàs iad nas ciùine anns an dail (They became calmer in)
Seo. O cheann thàinig iadsan... (This meadow. Since they arrived...)
Chan urrainn dhomhsa chuimhneachadh (I cannot remember)
Na rudan gun rinn sinn an (The things that we did)
Uair sin. Ar n-aodach, ar taighean... (Then. Our clothing, our houses...)
Chan eil fìor. Abair thugam (It’s not true. Say to me)
Nach eil fìor. Mas e ur toil e... (That it’s not true. If you please...)
O h-iochdaist! ‘N dualchas sin ann- (O goodness! That culture there-)
Mar a bhuin dhuinn o cheann fhada... (What belonged to us long ago...)
Sean dòighean mar a bh’againn... (Ancient ways that we had...)
Rudan gun robh, ‘s nach eil a-nis... (Things that were, and that are no more...)
Ar daoine, ar dualchas glan... (Our people, our pristine culture...)
Am faic sinn iad a-chaoidh a-rithist...? (Will we ever see them again...?)
Seallaibh! Na òg daoine seo... (Behold! These young ones...)
Nach faic sinn tannasgan idir... (That will not see us ghosts at all...)
Fhathast th’ann beagan gun tog (Yet there are some that will)
Ar dòighean suas. Th’iad òg, làidir... (Pick our old ways up. They are young, strong...)
Linnean o cheann, bha sinn ‘nar (Ages ago, we were a)
Clì gun do riaghal thar an tìr (Force that reigned over the land)
Far an dh’fhan sinne... ‘s an nuair (Where we lived... and then)
Sin nuair thàinig iad: an-iochd fìor... (They came: true cruelty...)
Ciamer a ‘s thèid do àite (How can a place)
Bi mar seo: cho mòr ‘s cho dòmhail...? (Be like this: so spacious and so crowded...?)
Tha ‘n guthan seo nas ciùine... (These voices are quieter...)
Dh’fhàs iad nas ciùine anns an dail (They became calmer in)
Seo. O cheann thàinig iadsan... (This meadow. Since they arrived...)
Chan urrainn dhomhsa chuimhneachadh (I cannot remember)
Na rudan gun rinn sinn an (The things that we did)
Uair sin. Ar n-aodach, ar taighean... (Then. Our clothing, our houses...)
by Lorelili March 26, 2005
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A person who writes poetry. The archaic term for a female poet is "poetess", but due to some feminists concidering the term sexist, "poetess" isn't used much now.
Also known as a bard (straight from the Gaelic "bàrd"), or troubador(from Latin and French), and especially known as these things in the Midieval Era.
Also known as a bard (straight from the Gaelic "bàrd"), or troubador(from Latin and French), and especially known as these things in the Midieval Era.
by Lorelili March 26, 2005
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The Poetiers put on an awesome show at the P-3 event. I was emotionally drawn in and captivated by their words!
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Get the Pareta mug.The mixture of foul words and Shakespearean words tied in together to create a poetic poem or piece. There is sometimes rhyming among the words.
Poetic Cussing - The mixture of foul words and Shakespearean words tied in together to create a poetic poem or piece. There is sometimes rhyming among the words.
Example:
“Swear”
Written by Psalmist
A day can suck.
A day can blow.
It can go to hell
or go to shit.
You can screw it
— you can fuck it.
It can be damned like a soul.
It may kiss your ass, if you give it permission.
Or fuck you in the same ass once it’s been presented.
It can shit on you,
piss on you;
a day can be a bitch.
When you think about it, a day can be all kinds of expletives.
A day can be pretty damn insensitive,
perverse, uncouth, reprehensible,
lascivious, immoral, without principal,
improper, indiscreet, a libertine,
vulgar, crude, ribald, lewd, deranged.
A day can be all of these things.
But just you wait, because tomorrow,
I swear,
it could be inexplicably chaste.
All credit is given to the person who wrote it and I do not claim that I wrote the poem.
Example:
“Swear”
Written by Psalmist
A day can suck.
A day can blow.
It can go to hell
or go to shit.
You can screw it
— you can fuck it.
It can be damned like a soul.
It may kiss your ass, if you give it permission.
Or fuck you in the same ass once it’s been presented.
It can shit on you,
piss on you;
a day can be a bitch.
When you think about it, a day can be all kinds of expletives.
A day can be pretty damn insensitive,
perverse, uncouth, reprehensible,
lascivious, immoral, without principal,
improper, indiscreet, a libertine,
vulgar, crude, ribald, lewd, deranged.
A day can be all of these things.
But just you wait, because tomorrow,
I swear,
it could be inexplicably chaste.
All credit is given to the person who wrote it and I do not claim that I wrote the poem.
by Vonicity May 7, 2020
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Who made this?
oliver..
he is god :D
Many people started playing this since the 2nd pokecord went down kek
Epic: fuck i lost my shiny embed in a gamble
Arceus: nais
Who made this?
oliver..
he is god :D
Many people started playing this since the 2nd pokecord went down kek
Epic: fuck i lost my shiny embed in a gamble
Arceus: nais
by Arceus164 April 12, 2021
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