bad poetry!
The Hallmark Poets Anonymous meme, started by Little Red.
The Rules
1) Simply, go, find your worst High School Love Poems Ever (or from later in your life - no one needs to know!), and post-em right here on your LJ! Laugh at yourself. A lot. And don't worry, we'll be laughing with you. Then, marvel at how much you've grown since then.
2) If you don't have access to your ole' stash, go out and comb the interweb for its finest. There's lots out there, and we'll all love it.
Well, I have my middle school poems -- I devoted a long summer to typing them up -- and here we go:
Poem 34
Cupids, hearts, and the color pink
St. Valentine's day. Pretty shellac hearts
Sweetheart
So you realize I'm going insane?
That my heart's breaking whenever I touch you?
The very look of you drives me up the wall
Can't you somehow sense the love
See the way I look at you
See inside you where the depths of you are?
I try to pierce your inner soul
Do you know this
Do you care
That Valentine's Day means more to me
Than cards and candy and flowers
Do you sense my deep 'doration
Deeper by far than subtle larks
A physical love that breaks my heart
And sends my senses out
To see you is to marvel
And because I cannot possibly choose just one of these masterpieces....
"On Linda's Hair"
Reddish orange threads of silk
Which frame a careworn face
curled. Springing back
As I gaze
Hard to touch
Crisp. Clumping together
Yet soft appearing
a nest of curls
Atop her head
Smelling faintly of spray
Fiery hair
beautiful hair
Cascading down her back
Like ripples on
The sea of life.
And one more:
my One and Only
doesn't even know
doesn't even think
the nature of the thoughts i think
could be so exclusively
her
my One True Love
thinks she's someone minor
thinks she's just a player
of a bit part in my life
when in truth
all i can think of?
it's
her
if you knew her name
you'd laugh at me
jeer at me
if you know the name
of my One True Love
but i will keep on loving
and thinking
and feeling
and i will keep on hoping
for that special One.
Feel free to mock as hard as you like. I chose poems that I don't have any particular attachment to; the ones from the same period that deal with, er, rawer emotions, I've left alone, since despite being horrendously bad, I don't really want them open to ridicule. These ones however? Be my guest.
The Rules
1) Simply, go, find your worst High School Love Poems Ever (or from later in your life - no one needs to know!), and post-em right here on your LJ! Laugh at yourself. A lot. And don't worry, we'll be laughing with you. Then, marvel at how much you've grown since then.
2) If you don't have access to your ole' stash, go out and comb the interweb for its finest. There's lots out there, and we'll all love it.
Well, I have my middle school poems -- I devoted a long summer to typing them up -- and here we go:
Poem 34
Cupids, hearts, and the color pink
St. Valentine's day. Pretty shellac hearts
Sweetheart
So you realize I'm going insane?
That my heart's breaking whenever I touch you?
The very look of you drives me up the wall
Can't you somehow sense the love
See the way I look at you
See inside you where the depths of you are?
I try to pierce your inner soul
Do you know this
Do you care
That Valentine's Day means more to me
Than cards and candy and flowers
Do you sense my deep 'doration
Deeper by far than subtle larks
A physical love that breaks my heart
And sends my senses out
To see you is to marvel
And because I cannot possibly choose just one of these masterpieces....
"On Linda's Hair"
Reddish orange threads of silk
Which frame a careworn face
curled. Springing back
As I gaze
Hard to touch
Crisp. Clumping together
Yet soft appearing
a nest of curls
Atop her head
Smelling faintly of spray
Fiery hair
beautiful hair
Cascading down her back
Like ripples on
The sea of life.
And one more:
my One and Only
doesn't even know
doesn't even think
the nature of the thoughts i think
could be so exclusively
her
my One True Love
thinks she's someone minor
thinks she's just a player
of a bit part in my life
when in truth
all i can think of?
it's
her
if you knew her name
you'd laugh at me
jeer at me
if you know the name
of my One True Love
but i will keep on loving
and thinking
and feeling
and i will keep on hoping
for that special One.
Feel free to mock as hard as you like. I chose poems that I don't have any particular attachment to; the ones from the same period that deal with, er, rawer emotions, I've left alone, since despite being horrendously bad, I don't really want them open to ridicule. These ones however? Be my guest.