Short Plagiarized Poems
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Happened upon by chance…
The folly that a PS ‘poet’ plagiarized his contest theme, word for word, from an All Poetry poet.
God Is Glorious While Calling Us
While He has been glorious,
God can always call all of us,
And realized,
Plagiarized,
Even if sinner or a sourpuss.
Jim Horn
Motivated by another poem,
God apparently to write them
has motivated.
Thus said Shakespeare
" in poetry nothing is created
everything is copied "
PS. Thus he was known, he said
that in a certain way he plagiarized verses, because
everything had already been thought before
by someone else...
I do care
who they're screwin' in public
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this poem is word for word plagiarized. If you know who I plagiarized, you probably have a good feel for freaky people and the aliveness of the streets. If you don't, you can ask me or whatever.
Form:
I care I search
For poems that are written
By the actual poet posting them
Not poems written by another poet
Not plagiarized lyrics
Not by ones produced by Artificial Intelligence
I care I search
For integrity in the poetry community
In some cases
I am still searching
possessions, when pilfered, are gone; stolen thoughts- orphaned captives, live on
December 28, 2019
Contest: A Thief Who Steals Your Thoughts
Sponsor: Bobby May
Note: Plagiarized thoughts, words, or even full poems are very difficult to undo, even when copyrighted.
Pleasant wink of the stars
pumps warmly the nerves of
plagiarized life that sags
pompous eyes, while the night
pleasures taunting sensual
pupils of lustful sin--
pampering them with joy
Note:
Pleiades poetic form is of
one word title, 7 line stanzas
of six syllables and each line
begins with the first letter
of the title
The Better Man
by Michael R. Burch
Dear Ed: I don’t understand why
you will publish this other guy—
when I’m brilliant, devoted,
one hell of a poet!
Yet you publish Anonymous. Fie!
Fie! A pox on your head if you favor
this poet who’s dubious, unsavor
y, inconsistent in texts,
no address (I checked!):
since he’s plagiarized Unknown, I’ll wager!
WHAT IS JOY?*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What is joy? It’s a dance in your socks,
a giggle that slips from a box.
It’s ice cream at noon,
and a silly cartoon,
or finding a stash of old rocks!
*Note: I originally posted this poem on June 27, 2025, but later deleted it(www.poetrysoup.com › poem › what_is_joy_1742167). This is my original poem and not a plagiarized one.
If I weren't afraid, I'd work to be immortalized,
The hard works of others, just of being plagiarized,
I'd make it to being so, that they won't even know,
I give my all to do, they'd be glad for what I show,
It is not that they're obtuse, somehow theirs no excuse,
For how can they deduce, it is theirs, not, I produced
I'll make the ratings rise, with my copyright disguise,
And insignificant mice, not in my profit eyes.
Date: 09/07/2019
WORD FOR TODAY: PATENT
Ideas and inventions have commercial value if packaged as a PATENT
The document legally prevents any unauthorized use of the CONTENT
Many inventors have been plagiarized because the attack was LATENT
Pirates usually have subtle ways of stealing ideas; they hide the INTENT
Harsh reality is these beneficiaries of others’ sweat are INCOMPETENT
Registering trademarks, ideas and inventions make them quite POTENT
© Wole Popoola 2016
Procrastination Is the Thief of Time
By Elton Camp
I’ve been intending to write this poem for a while
It’s been over a year, so I decided to give it a trial
The title I am pretty sure that I have plagiarized
Didn’t take time to check, so I can’t be surprised
A book of rhyming words I fully intended to buy
Kept delaying, so without it I’ll go ahead and try
But I find that, in writing, far too long I did delay
Now I have totally forgotten what I meant to say
The questions hang like skin tags.
A broken mirror, stabs
during birth of time.
We have got to do it, save it
in its infancy, before it is submerged
along with the temple of fake gods :-
before it is plagiarized by the
polity. The wives were fattening
on art of running the state
from behind the curtains. Would
you like to sign on my skin ?
Your death wish ? I am washing
my sins today. It is bit cold
here in the blue lake of tears. Now
you can hold my arm for final plunge.
Satish Verma