Poetry Bisharp's Personal Poetry Parlor

Are you not entertained?

  • Yes Bisharp, you've done it again!

    Votes: 41 70.7%
  • Who are you?

    Votes: 6 10.3%
  • It could use some work...

    Votes: 1 1.7%
  • I'm only here for the Pokemon references.

    Votes: 10 17.2%

  • Total voters
    58
Next in line, @TheG434

The poor lad, alone on his birthday
Good tidings would they not say
I hope to lift you up, kind chap
Even though @neko wants a poem of fap
I provide this one to cheer you of lonliness
To switch that with a feeling of homliness
He celebrates alone, fate is not on our side
So against time we best bide
Go TCF, on wings spread alight!
Wish happy birthday and take G's spirits in flight!
That's amazing, and pretty much describes my profile "birthday party"
Thanks!
 
Yay, CC poems.

Changes
Zombie Arm reduced to a scratching tool
For every enemy was essentially null
Suspended in the sky with a glimmering UFO
Zombie appendage itched where the sun didn't show
He looked at his friends, equally equipped and lazy
You could look at the gathering at think it was crazy
A Viking with an eye of fire, sat down playing his lyre
Atop his alien mount, they observed the land
An underground desert found and tamed
An evil eclipse with murderers maimed
Martians here to scramble our brains
A lord of cheese who lost his ruling reigns
The great red god of the land saw his flock had won
All the new challenges he set were done
It was time to create another world, so he left
New rule tossed to his wife with a mighty heft
Dropped in her hands with her few assistants
No buts were allowed, nor any can'ts
This world's rule was changing to anew
With smaller updates to come in a slew
The Terrarian world left in anticipation
For what would happen to Red's creation
 
@Milt69466
A nice bottle of ranch dressing
Have yourself a salad, no?
Innocent enough...
*crunch*
*crunch*
Uh... Scarlet... Put down the ranch...
*BAM*
Don't doubt the power of ranch packaging they said...
Awoken to a lubrication of salad covering
And a seductive vampire looking upon you
Struggle and the cords pull tighter
Not even escaped by the greatest of fighter
Lain on the ground, a worn Paladin Hammer
A rusty Revolver and a Viking Helmet
A hooded cloak and some throwing knives
All the remnants of heroes, long dead
Killed by the romantic vampress it is said
Can you escape? Maybe find out another day
This poet's tired, it'll wait after sleep I lay

Oh, and @Scarecrow

I tried something new, what do you guys think?
 
A lewd feeling wells up within
Keeping it close to a sin
Suggestive poses and abnormal motion
Please don't mention ranch dressing as lotion
Maybe it's a part of human subconscious
It'll get someone up on their haunches
The internal feud
Of innocence to lewd
Blends my mind into a war zone
It feels with innocence I am lone
I guess I'll let life take its course
Sticking neutral may help me find the source
 
Not really, no. Doesn't have to be right now if you're not in the mood.
I think I'll pass then. Not really a topic I look forward to writing about, delegating it to another time would prolong the stress. I think if I were to write a poem about someone else it'll be as a gift or for some of my best friends here.
 
A dreaded cat man arrives on the scene
To bring with him his alert army mean
To prey upon the innocent cute princess
The bishop of dark came to make alerts less
But in an attempt to defeat the source
He brought upon more 'lerts with rapid force
Failing his princess he lurked back into shadow
He made a poem while feeling quite low
 
A dreaded cat man arrives on the scene
To bring with him his alert army mean
To prey upon the innocent cute princess
The bishop of dark came to make alerts less
But in an attempt to defeat the source
He brought upon more 'lerts with rapid force
Failing his princess he lurked back into shadow
He made a poem while feeling quite low
I feel like this is a poem about a triangle of 3 people and something dealing with alerts.
 
I feel like this is a poem about a triangle of 3 people and something dealing with alerts.
Man, what gave you that notion? You're way off. I always thought poetry was about interpretation but if you'll take it that way I see I've failed as an artist and a person.
 
Man, what gave you that notion? You're way off. I always thought poetry was about interpretation but if you'll take it that way I see I've failed as an artist and a person.
Nooo :dryadcry: It was a beautiful poem that I ruined with my bad interpretations. :dryadpassionate:I mean no disrespect only love:dryadpassionate:
 
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