Best Plagiarism Poems
Would you steal an oil painting from someone’s wall?
Would you steal cultivated flowers from someone’s garden?
Would you steal an author’s great novel?
Would you steal quilts made by someone’s grandmother?
Would you steal pottery from a gallery?
Would you steal artwork displayed by artists?
Why would you steal someone else’s creativity to claim as your own?
Plagiarism is stealing someone else’s heart felt emotions put into words, someone else’s creativity.
Stealing is stealing, it’s not yours and it’s a crime!
UNDENIABLY UNIQUE
Thief, steal not the thoughts within me, but let evolve my dawn unique.
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Oh do those with their poetry beguile others thunder
Mock gracious words with a false-hearted pen,
Yes the vampires of our poetic stage some would call a blunder
When to suck the blood from far more noble; wiser (Wo) men!
© Harry J Horsman 2016
Why plagiarise
If you have an open
And creative mind,
Why waste your time
On rehashing others
Words or rhymes,
When you, I am sure
Have a unique take on life,
Paraphrase that’s OK,
Quote and credit
From whence it came
But plagiarising
Just seems to me
A waste of your talent
And in a way it cheats,
Those who first wrote those lines
Crafted those words
From their own mind
And you then creep up
From behind and try to steal,
Their praise and limelight.
To plagiarise is as good as a lie
Theft of another’s vision on life,
It’s tantamount to being a leech
And cultivating others belief,
Is just creatively lazy
And it always phases me
Because it’s not necessary.
I wandered and pondered my bleak isolation
As I slowly perused this wide open space
That one cloud above me seemed, like me, quite lonely
Its passage was slow as it matched my own pace
And then I saw poppies so tall, red and bold
I wished they were daffies in yellow and gold
The lake in its vastness reflected the skies
And sprinkles of sunlight beyond that lone cloud
Peppered the ripples with myriad eyes
And led me to feel like I walked with a crowd
While unopened poppies stand tall with bowed heads
They’ll stand even taller displaying their reds
Could there be any more precious a day
I all at once yearned to be no other place
With sunlight and ripples and poppies that sway
I found that a smile had enlivened my face
For such a sight might make an old poet gay
(Which one should interpret the old fashioned way)
For oftentimes upon my old sofa lain
I reminisce of all those poppies so red
Their petals occur to me now and again
But gold hues hold sway in my head
Though poppies, that day, cleared my mind of its ills
I still wish that they had all been daffodils
There is a devil they call Jealousy,
he hides behind many faces you see:
One is driven to envy,
the next gets so haughty;
and the other's made childishly bitchy.
There is a demon tormentedly jealous,
his ways that beguile are insidious.
His wrath knows no bounds,
he’ll destroy those around;
his words aimed to hurt and quite callous.
To one I give warning, still with some grace,
the Jealousy devil who wears poet’s face:
Enough with your thievery
of fine prose and poetry;
your plagiarized poems do not deserve space!
04 September 2015
SKAT A's Jealousy Contest
I guess we can struggle when we sit down to write
But use your own words - to plagiarise isn’t right
When I read a poem that’s simply too good to be true
I then begin to question, was it even written by ‘you’
If I google a few lines it will give me the answer
You’ve been caught red handed – you were a chancer
I just want to read poems that I’ve never read before
If I find stolen work I won’t read ‘yours’ any more
Why claim words from another writer, as it is a crime
You’ll never find stolen words in any poem of mine
Part 1 posted on soup 7th February 2015
Part 2 ...
To obtain contest glory and gong
You stole another's words, it's so wrong
Plagiarism is vile
You've done it quite a while
I’m hoping this is your swan song
Hollander died aged eighty three
So tell me how could it be
His work’s here on soup
‘you’ wrote it – that’s poop
Soup booted this fraud speedily!
Sadly the culprit has once again been posting stolen work soup even entering it for contests, thanks to eagle eyed souper's he has been removed once more.
30th December 2019
I can't believe that he could claim
A poem by Edgar Allan Poe,
Titled as is, but with his name!
That is plagiarism, we know!
Wallace Stevens, Stephen Foster,
Thomas Moore, Sir Philip Sidney,
Famous authors whose works are here-
Posted as this guy's poetry!
Plagiarists steal written work,
And thrive with inadequacy.
Their minds are warped, there evil lurks,
They're crooks, that is seen quite clearly!
When someone would post as his own
The writings of well-known authors,
Then to the whole world he makes known
He's a pathetic pretender!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.27.16
Note: Plagiarism is the "wrongful appropriation" and "stealing and publication" of another author's "language, thoughts,ideas, or expressions" and the representation of them as one's own original work. It is "intellectual property theft" . ---"It’s robbing people of their ideas, inventions, and creative expressions—what’s called intellectual property—everything from trade secrets and proprietary products and parts to movies and music and software." (Source: FBI-www.fbi.bgov/about-us/investigate)
All the notes have been played
All the songs have been sung
All the words have been written
We only make arrangements...
For Deb's contest
Plagiarism
Why do you steal words from me?
When all I want is to be
Someone who feels free
To reflect what my soul sees!!
When people are moved by something that I wrote I flatter myself, thinking aloud "I've created something really worthwhile here".
If so I should be thrown in jail for plagiarism, for I do believe that was God's original thought...
... when he was creating me.
A POET has a d e e p need to pen verse,
and from our souls we pull each emotion;
some days we turn A W A Y from this DARK curse-
Oh we love our i n k with great devotion;
but a thief is cruising the UNIVERSE,
breaking our h e a r t s - leaving our ink a C U R S E .
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January 23, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Plagiarism Curse
Copyright Protected, ID 17-868-358-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Rhyme in 60
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
It was my own thought
My own poem with a novel quote
I smiled with a poet’s pride
I let my pen bleed and slide
I wrote it down
Framed it for my wall
Familiar words caught my eye
A strangers name in the byline
The poem was many years older than mine
Is it an unintended recovery from subconscious mind?
I’m distraught
It is too similar to call my own
Plagiarism
Pure this writing choice
composed
pierced
prose
Sound this speaking voice
disclosed
released
flows
In the beginning
was the
Word ….
Immaculate
Accurate
Miraculous
all other
Creations
remain
Plagiarism
Kim van Breda—25 November 2015
PLASTIC BAG PLAGIARISM
I thought it was all over but I have
Been assaulted by a plagiarists’ wave,
And I felt used, abused, dirty .
I’ve received insults about a plastic bug (about thirty)
And a plastic bog. Some have referred
To my plastic as being merely big; or claimed (and erred)
To have seen how my poor dead plastic begs.
But the most heartlessly cruel dregs
Were making “plastic dog” jokes,
Not to mention the bombastic pseudo-erudite folks
With their sarcastic references (often sick)
To elastic clastics in the mastic,
And how my “idiot” dog was enthusiastic,
Though drastic and rustic.
From people’s cruelty there seems no refuge
But, who knows? When they get to the pearly gate
They could come face to face with a huge
Plastic dog determining their fate.