No Nut November Poem

It’s October 31, the cum is protruding

The darkness of No Nut November is blooming

I go to the bathroom, for one last time

Before I am tortured, and lose my mind

I lock the door, and go on Incognito

And watch a girl fuck herself with a Cheeto

I may go crazy, even insane

But No Nut November isn’t a game

I accept the challenge with open arms

And stop watching the videos — all rated R

‘Tis the last day of this terrible month

The torture and pain was all too much

As November fleats, you bast believe,

When December comes, I’ll be beating my meat

Dude 1:Hey bro did you see the No Nut November Poem
Dude 2: I failed ill take a look tho

by Reno Bumsnot November 19, 2018

Fatty Matty Poem

Fatty Matty 😊

Fatty Matty has a wrinkly dog
fatty Matty doesn’t stop eating hot dogs

Fatty Matty has no balls
and he’s so fat he has to crawl

Fatty Matty wanks off chicks

he defo has a small inverted dick

~ Kloe *****
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The beautiful Fatty Matty Poem was created by Kloe ***** when she got called a cancer patient.

by klutzygaylea July 13, 2020

Russian Love Poem

The act of sodomizing your partner with a banana whilst they have a banana allergy.

The best Russian Love Poem I've had was actually in Uganda.

by VoNotAHoe April 13, 2019

i said a joke not a poem

A phrase used by youtuber Jacksucksatlife when trolling a hacker on Play.Skycade.net and she wrote him a BLOODY POEM when he said he wanted a JOKE.

'Roses are red
Coal is black
Skycade is fun
I hope this is jack'
That was incredible jocie! But guess what.
I said a joke.
I didnt say a poem josie
I SAID A BLOODY JOKE, I DIDNT SAY A POEM
Where is the punchline, how is that a punchline 'skycade is fun' thats not a joke josie i said a joke not a poem josie I SAID A JOKE NOT A POEM

by EditorKaiIsABrush June 27, 2019

sad drunk boy poem

An angsty sad poem which is badly written because the poet/author was a drunk 20-sum year old boy who got his heart broken in a melodramatic way and is unable to cope with simple life problems, and that of which is what his poems reflect

*In English Class*
"What kind of stuff does Eddy write?"

"Oh, He only writes Sad Drunk Boy poems."

by English Student411 January 28, 2017

Cold to warm poem💔💔💔

I love you in many ways he can’t uk it’s true in gon lie it break my heart to see yu wit sumbody new uk imma be waitin waitin to love yu I got pain in my eyes I can’t see pressuh on my chest I can’t breath and dis lump in my neck made me need yu I been thinkin btchu so much it don make since u got a new dude I understand that but he ain gon compare to me i don know who’s talkin if it’s me or da jealousy ion want nobody else in your arms being held but me trials nd tribulations dis is just a trial but u gon come back cuz god knows I been missin u for a wild he can kiss u hug u but not in my style or fashion wen it comes to your love I’m strictly bt action nd now the way things goin imma have to compete till u safely in my arms asleep my mission will then be complete dis is from da heart so please don’t start I been scarred but da love u gave me then and now will my heart without you I’m torn apart to peace’s of the puzzle datll make dis heart change from cold to warm💔💔💔 I love u in my arms

Cold to warm poem💔💔💔 I love you ain nobody make me feel the way u do nd u can’t lie nobody make u feel da way I do I’m tellin u befoe the end of the yr imma have u bck nd Ian lettin go🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

by Cody/Dakota February 15, 2022

poem 1 by mya

Poem 1 by mya

Sat at a lonely bus stop, thinking about my past, present and future.
My life hast been all rainbows and butterfly's and yet neither is my present.
One thing though is that I've learnt how to become best friends with the feeling of knowing tomorrow may be the same as yesterday and the day before and the same as now or even that there might not be a day for me tomorrow because the future is the most unexpected.

But yet again iam now sat at a depressing bus stop thinking about the past, present and future.
I'll learn to love those 3 words but for now I'll learn how to cope with the feeling of the not knowing and remembering and feeling.

It's okay poem 1 by mya

by Fairymimoolooloo December 28, 2023