Everyone! I won the election!
... why is no one applauding?

thank you hello poetry, very cool!

dyd u no thatt whindmilz coz cansur

I don't really have much to say
I just want to have a poem of the day
But don't expect me to write something good
If you would rather read something else, you should

But it doesn't matter how hard I try
Nothing I write will be good anyways
But I don't care, I'm not gonna lie
Because I probably won't come back here for days

mayc uh mare-ucuh gr8 uhgin

I've come along way since I was a kid, riding a trike.
But why are all my poems getting these likes?
Poems are usually written for literary folk.
But all my poems are just a joke.

I might try hard, my soul might be hollow.
But if my poems aren't good, why am I getting follows?
I don't even think I'm very good at this.
So why am I only getting support, not any dis?

Well, whatever. I'll just keep doing what I do best. Writing whatever I feel like.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Rhyming is overrated

im gunuh bild uh wol

A horse walked up to a farmer.
This horse was anything but a charmer.
This was not a horse that worked or ran races;
But it was a horse that had three faces.

He said "Hello farmer, I see you're farming.
I know I look scary, but I don't like harming.
I'm just here because I want to help you.
Maybe even become part of your animal crew."

The farmer replied "What the heck are you?
You look like a demonic horse with three faces.
I don't even want to look at you.
And do you even know what grace is?"

"You speak foul of me, which I hope you remorse.
After all, you are speaking to the Three-Faced Horse.
You shouldn't judge, based on appearance.
I'm in fact a horse filled with with brilliance."

"I don't care how good you are.
Your so ugly I could see it from afar.
I couldn't look at that all day.
So please leave me alone, if you may."

"Well, it's no wonder you don't have many friends.
Nobody likes somebody who judges.
Although it's not too late to make amends,
If you're a ****, people will hold grudges."

"You might be right, but my answer is no.
I seriously will fight you, after all I make a good foe.
So please leave my farm and don't come back.
It is getting late, and I should really hit the sack."

"Leave I will, because I know your *****.
But you will experience karma, and you won't be happy.
If you keep judging, then you will be alone.
So for your bitterness, I hope you will atone."

The day ended, and the farmer went to sleep.
The horse left the farm, and didn't come back.
To the farmer, the horse never made a peep.
But in a few months, the farmer died from a heart attack.