06-19-2010, 09:01 PM
Wow, I'm braving serious critique LOL 
This is not my best poem... on the contrary its terrible right now, I can barely edit it. But I'm out of inspiration so I figure this is a great way to get some more ideas in it
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Once upon a time
A baby was born
Then died
The end.
Once upon a time
A baby was born
Crying buckets
Before he learned to laugh
And laugh til the years
left little lines
By his eyes
And his lips when
He smiled
Til he stopped
The end.
Once upon a time
There was a boy
With brown eyes
And polished buttons
Who kissed good girls
Filed his taxes on time
And recycled
But was proudest
Of that one time
He punched Jerk-off Sid’s
Tooth out
The end.
Once upon a time
There was a boy
Who was a man
And he loved three girls:
One he kisses
On mothers day
One on valentines
And one he carried
Round and round
In his arms
Til he couldn’t
The end.
Once upon a time
There was a man
Who loved lightning
And good opera
Hated politicians
And carnivals
And was ambivalent
About sunblock
(Too bad
But he liked the sun)
The end.
Once upon a time
Things happen in the middle
Then they pass like
The fading spots of
Seasons
Stars
And all those things
That stay even
After they don’t.

This is not my best poem... on the contrary its terrible right now, I can barely edit it. But I'm out of inspiration so I figure this is a great way to get some more ideas in it

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Once upon a time
A baby was born
Then died
The end.
Once upon a time
A baby was born
Crying buckets
Before he learned to laugh
And laugh til the years
left little lines
By his eyes
And his lips when
He smiled
Til he stopped
The end.
Once upon a time
There was a boy
With brown eyes
And polished buttons
Who kissed good girls
Filed his taxes on time
And recycled
But was proudest
Of that one time
He punched Jerk-off Sid’s
Tooth out
The end.
Once upon a time
There was a boy
Who was a man
And he loved three girls:
One he kisses
On mothers day
One on valentines
And one he carried
Round and round
In his arms
Til he couldn’t
The end.
Once upon a time
There was a man
Who loved lightning
And good opera
Hated politicians
And carnivals
And was ambivalent
About sunblock
(Too bad
But he liked the sun)
The end.
Once upon a time
Things happen in the middle
Then they pass like
The fading spots of
Seasons
Stars
And all those things
That stay even
After they don’t.
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?
