"reproducer" poems
due to a lack of talent
in the writing sphere
a plagiarist will see fit
to pinch other poet's gear
brilliance not present
on the nib of the pen
hence a copyist will purloin
every now and then
a rich source of poetry
is tapped into online
as if robbing the golden nuggets
from a Colorado mine
their coda reads like
this let's nick a stanza
stowing the best *****
for a thieving bonanza
without any conscience
the reproducer does steal
making much of other's works
which are so ideal
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
Never understood
How to write a full
Sentence,
But did figure out
How to put down
Random silly syllables
In just a minute,
Never figured out
How to play the flute,
But i did learn how
To pick fruit,
Caught a cricket
Never understood
The game cricket,
To my dearest
Never meant to make you
Cry or break your spirit...
That was my younger self,
I've grown and have learned
New ways to carry myself,
I know you'll never rest your
Eyes on this...
This being a poem i wrote
Well
More typed on my phone
While you was in the back
Of my dome,
I know I'll never aton
For the actions i have sewn,
Just know my shoes
I walked in
holding your hands
I've out grown,
I have became a different
man,
I'm sorry for not telling you
That ever time i looked
In your eyes i drowned,
They where so blue they
would remind a pirate
Why he loves the ocean,
That Sunday nothing
but loud lust moaning
this Sunday nothing
but silence,
I do regret the
choices I have chosen,
I'll end it there
For my memories
found a way
through the catacombs,
But my bowman took them
Out thank goodness,
He who took the shoot
Shall be my
yeoman,
Honor killed the Shogun
Snowman left in the snow
Was abandoned,
Young girls heart was stolen,
So much stress took a
Nap fell asleep on
the cushion,
I'm living the life of a
foreigner,
Cant understand no one
Working for a dollar
Selling my so called freedom,
Thinking of home..
Falling in love with a woman
Often,
Fortune lady try to tell me my fortune i said
" no thanks for you
can not tell me my own future"
If you did it would
just be a rumor,
Woke up late cause the
Cougar killed the rooster,
Didn't see it so i guess that
Makes me the accuser,
Gotta find it put her in
The scope and remover,
But if a shark did it
I guess I'll have to harpooner,
Get blood on my carpet
I'll have to shampooer,
Either way I'll have to
**** the evildoer,
But probably offer her
A job and interviewer,
Fall in love and Honeymooner,
Find a cloning factory and
reproducer,
But i got a better manoeuvre,
I'll go to church
and scream Hallelujah,
Hopefully that'll be one
Step closer to get the doors
To heaven to open,
Dose this count as a poem??
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
Married at 24
Yes, they both was
Two kids by 25
Yes, they did
Years passed
Children grew up
Than came a divorce
For whatever reasons?
Separation came and life begins to change.
He finds a new love
She 27 and he's 43
and soon new life is created
The reproducer started fathering once more.
Oh, this story holds truth
Constantly we see the proof.
Kids from the first relation might adapt.
Except many won't or refused too
Which is some of the headaches reproducers creates
But we see this more and more
When the reproducers loves to give and give of his spermful self
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC