poptarys

A term for a group of people who cannot manage to spell the word poptarts correctly.

I heard the poptarys failed their spelling test again, I think it's best if they leave their answers blank if they can even manage that.

by Kiera D May 15, 2021

Poetry Slam

A public gathering where talentless liberals applaud each other’s verbal mutterings of whatever meaningless drivel they believe is poetry (virtually any thought they can croak into a microphone while feigning profound sincerity).

Jill: “Hey Jack, only $20 admission to the poetry slam tonight. Wanna go?”
Jack: “Anyone who pays admission for a circle-jerk is the one getting slammed.”

by Valefar August 27, 2021

poetry

it is pain why do we have to do it in school its so lame

"ok guys we are doing poetry so lets write a sonnet"
Jimmy - shoots himself and the teacher in the head 48 times

by narzan April 11, 2022

poetrywebs

A little stinky poopie baby. This bitch ate my house. Simps for fucking BELOS!!! And screenshitted my nfts!!!!!! gRrrRrRr it makes me mad just thinking Abt them!!!!! They are very mean and bully me a lot!!!! Stinky meep!!!

Poetrywebs aka stinky meep needs to stop bullying Lillie

by Decretumm May 29, 2022

poetrywebs

A celebrity who is really mean to their only fan and needs to stop simping for belos.

Poetrywebs needs to stop simping for belos

by Decretumm May 30, 2022

POETRY IN A SECOND

The moon is hiding
The sun is rising
I am in Costinesti
And I see a shit in the sea
=))))))

Erick: you know what poetry in a second is like?
Maya: like a shit in a sea!

by mayusca October 3, 2022

Poetry

I can't write anything but poetry. Throughout the day crying and pain turn into rhymes and elegant paragraphs instead of the reaching hands that they are. Open palms and spread out fingers awaiting another, to be held, pulled out. Hung over heads, with hair covering the eyes and red cheeks and noses. Poetry falls out when sorrows fly in and poetry soars with graceful wings as heart-aching stories and tales fall. After crying all night long you can't help but write poetry, it binds itself in your veins and curls around your bones, and shakes you sobs. But after all the books are full, the pens are out of ink, the pencil are too dull to sharpen poetry glues itself to you mind and drive you crazy through out the day. And after it all you can't write anything but poetry.

"God. I said vent to me. Not write poetry."

by mood rings November 13, 2022