The Poems Thread

[ASUFan22]

I just wanted to share a poem I wrote last week since we were doing the Poetry section in English. I usually hate it, but since I did all my poems on the Suns it wasn't so bad. I know, I know, poems are gay....but that game 2 was awesome.Filled up by my dinner,I sat by my TVThe Suns were ready to make the Spurs look like JVThere was a Kurt Thomas sighting, He looked as fierce as a bulReady to help us get the win, But it would not be easy going up against big TimThe Suns started on fireShowing the winning desireThe Spurs came back playing meanI threw my remote at the television screenThe refs on their side, They could not be deniedOr so I though...Steve Nash put us on top, dishing dimesBringing back the Spurs' whinesKurt Thomas and Marion were the real heroesMaking the Spurs stars look like zeros,Defense was what won this game That put the Suns one step closer to fame.The game was overThe better team wonPhoenix showed that they were not yet doneYeah, I have no talent or rhythm whatsoever, and it hurts reading this after they just lost, but I though I'd share.

 

[7Goat]

A fight of wordsAbout the bees and the birdsIn the end I was greaterIn an hour I was the master debaterGET IT

 

[redneck]

I didn't write this, but it's the greatest poem ever.F*ck F*ck F*ck a duckscrew a kangaroofingerbang an orangatansupport your local zoo

 

[Memphology]

poems arent gay, its how you write them.

 

[The Captain]

Twiddle Day Twiddle DumbAsufan has a big thumbTwiddle DooTwiddle DeeI have to go pee

 

[Pacers fan forever]

A poem I wrote about the VT tragedy:A howling wind came throughAnd it destroyedShocked the world tooFrom peace we were spoiledThis could?ve been meThis could?ve been my schoolAnd now we seeWhat we?ve hidden in a holeIn the back of our mindsYeah, it happensBut not to friends of mineNot to meNot to my familyNot to anyone I worry about regularly Not to anyone I can walk to and seeBut it happenedAnd it may even be worstBecause now we understand33 lives, and they could?ve been oursAnd not for any reasonOther than the plain facts of terrorAnd not any guilty personWas deserving of being the victims of that carrierThe carrier of the lives of the innocentThe ones who were blamed for his sufferingYet he was the one who seemed to forgetThat if he had reached out, and tried to clingTo any potentialTo any hope To any reassuranceThat he had gifts that were specialBut, noWe suffer because the troubled sufferedAnd it shows, that life is toughAnd that death is even tougherAnd that we must rise aboveAnd overcomeThat there are those who can take anything away from usIncluding what we are: LifeAnd now we must rise As a whole country, as a whole worldTo never forget those who diedAnd to never forget that in life we holdAnd it?s up to usTo realize for the future of the restThat 33 diedAnd it could have been us