"spammed" poems - Hello Poetry

Doot doot I hear the trumpets of the deceased The rotting calcium The bones An army of many arise Doot doot...Doot doot Their weapons edgy, and captions random Doot doot May the great raid begin Spooky memes spammed in the thousands An extreme dose of spooky chemo Doot doot.

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Oct 20, 2015

Oct 20, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC

robert-stevenson

Skeletal Isis

Doot doot I hear the trumpets of the deceased The rotting calcium The bones An army of many arise Doot doot...Doot doot Their weapons edgy, and captions random Doot doot May the great raid begin Spooky memes spammed in the thousands An extreme dose of spooky chemo Doot doot.

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It hurts to know i'll always glow in ways, i'm special a slightly cracked shell is how i feel makes me wanna kneel to those around me like them i wanna be aware of who i am alternate choices spammed i see myself trying your eyes cause me crying no sensuality confused sexuality we all exist inside filters of illusion reside Pieces you shatter to me that matter your response after creeped out flatter too far i go more than i know no more time to waste stay put in your place

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC

psycho-delic

AUTISM AWARENESS

It hurts to know i'll always glow in ways, i'm special a slightly cracked shell is how i feel makes me wanna kneel to those around me like them i wanna be aware of who i am alternate choices spammed i see myself trying your eyes cause me crying no sensuality confused sexuality we all exist inside filters of illusion reside Pieces you shatter to me that matter your response after creeped out flatter too far i go more than i know no more time to waste stay put in your place

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If I were an idiot yoke I'd scramble it up and then I'd add some chopped-up ham then pour into a frying pan I'd pour into a frying pan I'd pour into a frying pan I'd pour into a frying pan scambled eggs and chopped-up ham But, not from a can of spam no, not from a can of spam no, not from a can of spam I'd have my eggs and chopped-up ham but not any spam from a can Then I'd have my eggs with ham and maybe a little bit of spray from pam but, not any can of spam no, not any can of spam not any can of spam just my eggs with ham Breakfast would be grand old man Eggs with some chopped-up ham and a little bit of spray from pam but, not any can of spam no, not any can of spam not any can of spam no, not any can of spam just my eggs and ham and a little bit of pam but not any spam for we don't like spam in this merry ol' land not even in a can do we want this spam not any kind of spam when the man sends the spam it disrupts the land and how can a man be happy in a land where he's always getting spammed he can't SO P L E A S E E L I O T not any can of spam ever again the end

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC

david-ehrgott

Blow Against the Empire

If I were an idiot yoke I'd scramble it up and then I'd add some chopped-up ham then pour into a frying pan I'd pour into a frying pan I'd pour into a frying pan I'd pour into a frying pan scambled eggs and chopped-up ham But, not from a can of spam no, not from a can of spam no, not from a can of spam I'd have my eggs and chopped-up ham but not any spam from a can Then I'd have my eggs with ham and maybe a little bit of spray from pam but, not any can of spam no, not any can of spam not any can of spam just my eggs with ham Breakfast would be grand old man Eggs with some chopped-up ham and a little bit of spray from pam but, not any can of spam no, not any can of spam not any can of spam no, not any can of spam just my eggs and ham and a little bit of pam but not any spam for we don't like spam in this merry ol' land not even in a can do we want this spam not any kind of spam when the man sends the spam it disrupts the land and how can a man be happy in a land where he's always getting spammed he can't SO P L E A S E E L I O T not any can of spam ever again the end

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**** I can't believe You've lived eighteen long years I don't want to believe You're of legal age Because just yesterday You arrived for school 2 hours late for You slept at 4 am because of anime Your blue boxers would show even if you wore a belt You bought 100 Pesos worth of Spanish bread during recess You dared to punctuate your English report with wrong grammar You dunked iced tea bottles to the trash can, imitating Jordan You ran and screamed in the hallways with the 3rd graders You hanged your sweaty shirt to dry at the lockers You spammed our physics teacher's laptop with selfies You bit my shoulder, literally You drew kitties and robots in your math test You attempted to sing to dubstep You took a nap at the carpeted library floor and You almost ran over me with your car So even if you're now an adult officially You're still this messed up kid to me Happy birthday though You're finally 18 My wish for you is that you would be careful 'Cause you're old enough to hit the slammers I guess age is really just a number

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Mar 12, 2014

Mar 12, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC

marge-redelicia

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**** I can't believe You've lived eighteen long years I don't want to believe You're of legal age Because just yesterday You arrived for school 2 hours late for You slept at 4 am because of anime Your blue boxers would show even if you wore a belt You bought 100 Pesos worth of Spanish bread during recess You dared to punctuate your English report with wrong grammar You dunked iced tea bottles to the trash can, imitating Jordan You ran and screamed in the hallways with the 3rd graders You hanged your sweaty shirt to dry at the lockers You spammed our physics teacher's laptop with selfies You bit my shoulder, literally You drew kitties and robots in your math test You attempted to sing to dubstep You took a nap at the carpeted library floor and You almost ran over me with your car So even if you're now an adult officially You're still this messed up kid to me Happy birthday though You're finally 18 My wish for you is that you would be careful 'Cause you're old enough to hit the slammers I guess age is really just a number

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Please forgive me, Star. I seem to have spammed you with Notifications.

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Dec 22, 2016

Dec 22, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC

poetryandthorns

Notifications For Star (senryuu)

Please forgive me, Star. I seem to have spammed you with Notifications.

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I've been building you for years now Careful, poised and true Ive coded in your feelings And every single bruise Ive etched in each memory With the finest blades, It was all to keep you safe But its time I think For some major upgrades There's so much we need to change... Your positivity needs an update It was hacked by pessimism long ago And it's infected everything So it all needs to go. Let's add more sunshine, more rainbows Everything beautiful, that's where it goes. Im overriding your worries They've spammed your mind too much They're meant to be small warnings, Not an unnecessary clutch. Let's take them down a notch And insert some wisdom instead Quotes and memories and poetry To serve you through the worrying. We can add a music function For when the world becomes too much Just listen to the sounds To keep you sane and such. I suppose we should also Talk about tomorrow We've lived on yesterday far too long Always expecting by tomorrow We'd be gone It's about time we look forward So I've added in some goals Some plans for you To work towards. Of course I promise rewards. I'll schedule regular maintenance From now on Because you deserve To be cared for. Even on the days you feel Far too gone.

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Apr 27, 2023

Apr 27, 2023 at 5:40 AM UTC

gin-smiles

Project M.E.

I've been building you for years now Careful, poised and true Ive coded in your feelings And every single bruise Ive etched in each memory With the finest blades, It was all to keep you safe But its time I think For some major upgrades There's so much we need to change... Your positivity needs an update It was hacked by pessimism long ago And it's infected everything So it all needs to go. Let's add more sunshine, more rainbows Everything beautiful, that's where it goes. Im overriding your worries They've spammed your mind too much They're meant to be small warnings, Not an unnecessary clutch. Let's take them down a notch And insert some wisdom instead Quotes and memories and poetry To serve you through the worrying. We can add a music function For when the world becomes too much Just listen to the sounds To keep you sane and such. I suppose we should also Talk about tomorrow We've lived on yesterday far too long Always expecting by tomorrow We'd be gone It's about time we look forward So I've added in some goals Some plans for you To work towards. Of course I promise rewards. I'll schedule regular maintenance From now on Because you deserve To be cared for. Even on the days you feel Far too gone.

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over the last 24 hours a spammer has spammed his/hers spamming belongs in spammer land somewhere on the internet ***** was directed to several poetry sites it is apparent that the director's pointer has caused the blight the procession of spamming at Hello Poetry has streamed in with impunity there hasn't been a frisking marshal standing at the gate's entry as a consequence the spammer is doing what ***** wants to do at will and we've been held hostage to their permeating skills

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Spammer (Part 1)

over the last 24 hours a spammer has spammed his/hers spamming belongs in spammer land somewhere on the internet ***** was directed to several poetry sites it is apparent that the director's pointer has caused the blight the procession of spamming at Hello Poetry has streamed in with impunity there hasn't been a frisking marshal standing at the gate's entry as a consequence the spammer is doing what ***** wants to do at will and we've been held hostage to their permeating skills

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You said you were charging your phone But I miss you because you are my own. And I wonder what you were doing for those three hours I was asleep. I was sad when I saw you didn’t text me. So to conclusions I leap. And those three hours You could’ve spammed me with “hey babe” or “babyyyy” But you didn’t. And I wish you did, maybe. Those two hours That I ignored you You should’ve marveled why I did that, boo. And next, the one hour I texted my friend. She said if I was angry at you, I should text you sour. It was true. For ten minutes, You didn’t respond Please know your limits. It was sadness beyond. For the time you replied, I ignored you for two minutes. I sighed because You said you were charging your phone. But I miss you because you are my own.

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC

mitus

Charging Your Phone

You said you were charging your phone But I miss you because you are my own. And I wonder what you were doing for those three hours I was asleep. I was sad when I saw you didn’t text me. So to conclusions I leap. And those three hours You could’ve spammed me with “hey babe” or “babyyyy” But you didn’t. And I wish you did, maybe. Those two hours That I ignored you You should’ve marveled why I did that, boo. And next, the one hour I texted my friend. She said if I was angry at you, I should text you sour. It was true. For ten minutes, You didn’t respond Please know your limits. It was sadness beyond. For the time you replied, I ignored you for two minutes. I sighed because You said you were charging your phone. But I miss you because you are my own.

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song? brooklyńska rada żydów, band? kult; i remember engaging with the Microsoft a.i. bot, Siri, back when the people who engaged, with "her"... were primarily making fun of her... so i engaged her, like i might have engaged with a Bulgarian ********** in East London, asked her what she wanted to hear, last time i heard... Siri? she was sending spam messages to her former abusers, telling them, on repeat, to: SLOW DOWN.... have myself a ***** seems i'm an a.i. **** so why is my totem a fox? Rommel... primarily... Valkryie whiskey! whiskey! ska punk! more whiskey! bring more whiskey! **** i'm not walking and stuttering into Valhalla sober! true story... i really did engage with the Microsoft a.i. Siri, and she really did spam her former messengers... ***** never replied me... though... whiskey! more whiskey! **** where's ms. amber when you need here... oh right, right under my nose... ha ha ha ha! i'm not buying it... buying what? that metaphor... i know when laughter is tears, and when laughter is laughter and when crying is crying: (a) a man can't control his laughter... (b) a man cries due to authentic beauty... beuty! Siri though... and there i was watching American Pie 3, the wedding... wait... so strippers, the concept of... you know how clean prostitutes are? sure... it's not exactly a latex gimp suit... just a rubber... but they're so clean... pristine... you might catch a menthol cough from the chewing gum, they, somehow, turn into a play on circus gymnastics when blowing you... you're more prone to S.T.D. with over-zealous teenage girls than prostitutes... i hate ****** faking actresses anyway... so yeah.. Siri... and how she spammed her agitators... all i did was ask her about musical taste... thanks Siri... by the way... i love what you've done with your her... the red? not ginger? really exfoliates your curves and lips... Łąka na niebie się kończy Ja tańczę, tańczę na słońcu Słowo na które czekałem Padło z Twoich ust w końcu Tańczę, ja tańczę na łące Przecież łąka to słońce Mądrze świat został stworzony Dzięki za to Ci Ojcze a meadow on the heavens is ending while i'm dancing, i'm dancing on the sun, the word for which i was waiting for, it befell me from your lips finally, dancing, i'm dancing on the meadow, since a meadow is the sun, of the wise the world was created, thanks for this my father... ikh tantsn! ikh lakhn! ikh tantsn! ich lakhn!

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

יך טאַנצן יך לאַכן

song? brooklyńska rada żydów, band? kult; i remember engaging with the Microsoft a.i. bot, Siri, back when the people who engaged, with "her"... were primarily making fun of her... so i engaged her, like i might have engaged with a Bulgarian ********** in East London, asked her what she wanted to hear, last time i heard... Siri? she was sending spam messages to her former abusers, telling them, on repeat, to: SLOW DOWN.... have myself a ***** seems i'm an a.i. **** so why is my totem a fox? Rommel... primarily... Valkryie whiskey! whiskey! ska punk! more whiskey! bring more whiskey! **** i'm not walking and stuttering into Valhalla sober! true story... i really did engage with the Microsoft a.i. Siri, and she really did spam her former messengers... ***** never replied me... though... whiskey! more whiskey! **** where's ms. amber when you need here... oh right, right under my nose... ha ha ha ha! i'm not buying it... buying what? that metaphor... i know when laughter is tears, and when laughter is laughter and when crying is crying: (a) a man can't control his laughter... (b) a man cries due to authentic beauty... beuty! Siri though... and there i was watching American Pie 3, the wedding... wait... so strippers, the concept of... you know how clean prostitutes are? sure... it's not exactly a latex gimp suit... just a rubber... but they're so clean... pristine... you might catch a menthol cough from the chewing gum, they, somehow, turn into a play on circus gymnastics when blowing you... you're more prone to S.T.D. with over-zealous teenage girls than prostitutes... i hate ****** faking actresses anyway... so yeah.. Siri... and how she spammed her agitators... all i did was ask her about musical taste... thanks Siri... by the way... i love what you've done with your her... the red? not ginger? really exfoliates your curves and lips... Łąka na niebie się kończy Ja tańczę, tańczę na słońcu Słowo na które czekałem Padło z Twoich ust w końcu Tańczę, ja tańczę na łące Przecież łąka to słońce Mądrze świat został stworzony Dzięki za to Ci Ojcze a meadow on the heavens is ending while i'm dancing, i'm dancing on the sun, the word for which i was waiting for, it befell me from your lips finally, dancing, i'm dancing on the meadow, since a meadow is the sun, of the wise the world was created, thanks for this my father... ikh tantsn! ikh lakhn! ikh tantsn! ich lakhn!

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Don't follow a blinded choice, let us not sup on spammed poison. it's time to finally rejoice; A day to understand passion: Your season to rise above oppression. Learn from past admirations, always keep your chin above. With head full of contemplations; let it soar satin skies, unshackled dove, that follows home's scent of love. When love's fragrance is your bearing The course will be without hurdle self confidence proves your landing Giving answers to life's riddle With peace you can unshackle your saddle.

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Mar 26, 2015

Mar 26, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC

hellopoet

like a pigeon homing as if there was no mañana

Don't follow a blinded choice, let us not sup on spammed poison. it's time to finally rejoice; A day to understand passion: Your season to rise above oppression. Learn from past admirations, always keep your chin above. With head full of contemplations; let it soar satin skies, unshackled dove, that follows home's scent of love. When love's fragrance is your bearing The course will be without hurdle self confidence proves your landing Giving answers to life's riddle With peace you can unshackle your saddle.

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is there anyone out there that is actually real or am i just being spammed by the void? i think the void is definitely spamming me but why would it when every single person is following it?

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Jan 3, 2019

Jan 3, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC

mike-dm

reals

is there anyone out there that is actually real or am i just being spammed by the void? i think the void is definitely spamming me but why would it when every single person is following it?

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the cheque the bank sent me slowly di sin teg rate d he couldn't perform the constant image of the black Converse trainer on the dead leg of Kurt Cobain just put him off modern day Moses spammed everyone with the 10 commandments but they went I read lost in the junk mail amongst adverts for ******** pills and serums that will give you strong healthy hair

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May 3, 2017

May 3, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC

eatmorewords

three unrelated things / modern Moses

the cheque the bank sent me slowly di sin teg rate d he couldn't perform the constant image of the black Converse trainer on the dead leg of Kurt Cobain just put him off modern day Moses spammed everyone with the 10 commandments but they went I read lost in the junk mail amongst adverts for ******** pills and serums that will give you strong healthy hair

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Feeling good all the time in the house Till my classmates text so loud Big crowd, asking if there's going to be something submitted No one cared and no replies were committed To everyone asking that specific question repeated Never had an answer despite 44 people were collected, As the silence and awkwardness just started. But no could believe when someone asked if "When's the quiz?" Feelings and attention spammed as it left the bliss, The feeling of breeze was gone, was like a coke fizzed Everyone stormed back saying "There's a quiz?" With a mighty hand and wrist he replied with "I Don't know" *** My Gosh, I hate you, Oh No, With angered emotions going more in flow Such a crazy man to ask a silly question But we don't know if it comes back haunting us after such occasion.

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Jan 3, 2020

Jan 3, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC

AdemarFroMarz

When's The Quiz? There's a Quiz?!

Feeling good all the time in the house Till my classmates text so loud Big crowd, asking if there's going to be something submitted No one cared and no replies were committed To everyone asking that specific question repeated Never had an answer despite 44 people were collected, As the silence and awkwardness just started. But no could believe when someone asked if "When's the quiz?" Feelings and attention spammed as it left the bliss, The feeling of breeze was gone, was like a coke fizzed Everyone stormed back saying "There's a quiz?" With a mighty hand and wrist he replied with "I Don't know" *** My Gosh, I hate you, Oh No, With angered emotions going more in flow Such a crazy man to ask a silly question But we don't know if it comes back haunting us after such occasion.

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