Best Tripe Poems

What things does one possess
at journey's end?
What bits and bobs? What trivial tripe?
Please, do tell, what is the hype?
For should I recall anything at all
of...

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Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn't mean you are wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.
Edward...

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My darling enigma, my dove   
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white      
Pale...

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There once was a crusty old hag
whose poetry made people gag.
She once wrote a sonnet,
the folks threw up on it
and tossed it away in a...

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15/04/2018. Slam Time Man


Im only a novice at this Slam style man,
So I’m gonna go hard on your so called Jam
Your slow n sloppy style...

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We’ve stopped to park, and it’s no big surprise
you’ve quickly scooted over to my side.
What’s coming next is easy to surmise;
your roaming fingers to my...

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caged like a Tiger in her way,
passion, power, sensual hey,
do not cross the one in stripes,
she will rip ya, tear ya like sliced tripe,
dodge sidestep,...

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Hux said,"My mother realized
that I was a being apart,
but if you’re all sure I’m a mistake,
then please, come stab me in the heart.”

To ensure that...

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Darkness state of mind
 
Darkness can be state of mind,
And sadness makes you sort of blind,
Although the sky is grey as grime,
Weak brained tripe, here...

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Where Rests, That Lost Moon And Its Shadowed Light

Where flies lies, bright gold and fancy will do
Grim Reaper's scythe also cuts grain for sweet bread,
Darkness...

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This is my story about Menudo, and not the boy band Menudo
Mexican Menudo soup, known as the breakfast of champions
It’s what borracho’s, and Ricky Martin...

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The most gifted poets who ever wrote
Occasionally penned gibberish and tripe
Even Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Keats
Sometimes were at a loss for words
In exchange for a royal...

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For ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place
in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace.
It was written plain and simple,...

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In darkened hours, all through the night, 
In restless sleep, I will alight.
When limbs are weakened, warm and ripe,
Softly you fall, at my sure swipe.
I...

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MY MOTHER-IN-LAW IS POISONING ME!

I think my mother-in-law is poisoning me.
The electric range is smelling strange,
She tests the smoke detector by cooking everyday....
Now the entire...

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