Oh my. You think you guys are bad. I have more crappy poetry then most anyone. I am a prime example of what good can come out of teenagers who write. It almost scares me, its really strange reading stuff more than like four months old. Because most of it is crap. And by crap, it is infamously crappy. Like overtly disgustingly crappy. On that note, I would like to share the first poem I had ever written, minus one from when I was in second grade. This was my first serious poem. I think you will be moved to your toilettes on this one. It is roughly 3 years old now. So what you see here, will shock you. It is also probably the last poem I will post on Eratosphere for a period of time, because a long needed break from poetry, and a long needed exploration into other forms of writing, ie playwrighting as you will see on the fiction board. But anyway on with the poem.
Lia
By Mickey Gray (copywrited sometime in the 1990s)
When I had lived so many a year ago
I had loved for one
Lia
For I was her beau
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The ground on which she would walk
People would kiss
And all would talk
Of her glorious bliss
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Her beauty devine
Like the finest wine
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Many men moved
towards my sweet Lia
But she always proved
that her love was for me (in the original version it was me-ahh)
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When night fell upon us
She was moved from me
Faithfully I trust
In a better place she will be
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I sit and ponder
Of my sweet love
Lia, far and yonder
Lia my sweet dove
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Painfully this day
I stand before thee
with nothing to say
Silent
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For those who feel they have suffered permenant brain damage. Fear not. I had to suffer through the time that I thought this was good. So you have had nothing this bad.
By the way I think I win.
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