Who can write the worst poem?
 

Colorful leaves everywhere
on the ground or,
up in the trees,
hoping against hope
to stay
come rain or high winds.

The trees need a rest -
shutting down -
dropping, one by one,
gold, red, yellow leaves.
Retreating into the trunk and limbs
to survive the winter.


Your turn now. :)

It's ok
but maybe not.

Pipes can leak
and that's a good thing.

Our clocks turn back
is it supper time?

Drip, drip, drip
that is not a good thing

Trip, trip, trip
and here comes the fall! :eek:

Tic, tic, tic
supper time will wait

Tap, tap, tap
Methinks I saw a bat

Vroom..vrom ...vrom
That was a witch on a broom

Wait, wait, wait
She is going to be late

The Express lane is only for two
But only one witch per broom

The witch is going to be late
for her meeting with her date :D :D :D

You win! LOL...just kidding :D

:D Winning isn't everything....:p

But it is something! :D:D:D

Is it too late?
 

I wrote a series of haikus to warn people before I cleaned out the refrigerator at work:

Refrigerator Haiku

Verdant furry tufts
Tiny fairy forests there
Primordial soup

Is it cottage cheese
In that carton in the back?
It looks like it now

Fetid and fusty
Neglected and putrefied
Best taste by June 09

Fuzzy little clumps
Of mush that smells. It will
Surely be thrown out

You should have had it
When it was still fresh and new
Out it goes, Today!

Oh Joan...those are really bad! :D I never could write a haiku.

Some of those "worst" poem entries are actually pretty cool.

The worst poem
 

That would be me, I cant write anything.
:(

sure you can...just don't think about it...just type. :D

Type, type, type -
Was there ever a time
when that never existed
when frogs danced happily
without cane or hat
when chili pepper was
just a chili pepper?

Come everybody
you too can write
a silly poem
that is always right

You need not rhyme
Perfection is a myth
so type, type, type
and add whatever you like -
cane or hat, frog or chili pepper,
refrigerator of food sadly
gone bad -
No limit to imagination,
rescue in days gone bad.

weep weep weep
I'd rather be asleep
I learned too late
all toads are frogs
so now I have a turtle.

Sleep, sleep, sleep
 

Closed my eyes
this 4th of july
the sky's just
another lie

winging it
wasn't in my nature
but i wished to fly
so i had to try.
leap of faith,
empty nest.
faltering,
falling,
fluttering...
you know the rest.
:)