Atheist? Write your poetry here....

[no.saintsfan]

I'll start with a poem I wrote yesterday...

An Atheist's Love Story

There was a man, who was lost,
He searched the world for love,
He was taught to look to heaven,
And pray to the god above,
But he found his life’s completion,
In the eyes of his perfect mate,
He understood all worth knowing,
There were no pearly gates,
The time they had was short,
But beautiful in every way,
They thanked the world of science,
For every extra day.

[tavarish]

There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose dick was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin
As he wiped off his chin,
"If my ear were a pussy I'd fuck it!"

[Amphora]

We real cool, we left school,
we lurk late, we strike straight
we sing sin, we thin gin
we jazz june, we die soon

[LEDO]

Betime Prayer

God is great
God is genius
Let us thank him for my penis.

Amen.

[Xyster]

Roses are Dead
Violets are Gone
Nuclear winter smothers the Dawn
Black lungs and creeping Flesh
We all know we failed our Test...
MERRY CHRISTMAS




LOL ok the last line was just a last minute improv.... But I did this poem in highschool it got me sent for a psyc eval at the councelors office

[Dotard]

I know a lady who lives on a hill.
She won't do it, but her sister will.

[Rev. Rye]

We real cool, we left school,
we lurk late, we strike straight
we sing sin, we thin gin
we jazz june, we die soon

Gwendolyn Brooks.

Incidentally, I have written two poems, but I'm more of a prose writer.


A GAME OF SOFTBALL


I stand awaiting my
Turn for softball.
One person practices his
Swing. He walks up to
Me as he practices. I get
Hit by his bat and I
Scream. Half the class
Laughs pointing at me claiming I should have
Moved away. I lost half of
A tooth, a Pint of
Blood at the very least and
My illusions of the kindness
Of people in my school and
The kindness of people in general and
The kindness of God, if he even ever was.
The Pain overwhelms me
For the rest of the day, but the pain
And the scars on my lip
Remain, has remained, and will
Forever remain in my mind.

(This poem was written about an incident in my youth.)

The second poem is one based on a famously maudlin poem by Wordsworth in rhyme and metre, about the suicide of Budd Dwyer. My morbid and deadpan sense of humour shines through here.

THE R BUDD DWYER TAPE

Horrors around the 'Net abound,
I watch them with my mouth agape;
But one's seen none until one's found
The Famous R. Budd Dwyer Tape.
When watching it, I'd foreward lurch,
more than when I saw Propersearch.

Budd knew that he would go to jail,
decided he had had enough,
so for tomorrow's Daily Mail,
he blew his whole damn head clean off.
He said, just as he found his gun,
“Stand back, 'cos this will hurt someone.”

And wading on the River Lethe,
Budd stands alone, but less a head,
A catch from “The Faces of Death”
Known less alive than when he's dead.
Stigmatized by Society,
He made his Notoriety.

It's seen by thousands every day,
You see that I am one of them.
And in this fine, fine month of May,
I'm sidetracked in study for Chem.
And so, my mouth no more agape,
I watch the R. Budd Dwyer Tape.

[deicide110]

you obviously have a talent for the art of language keep writing and ignore the idiots who chose only to class language as their own art of of obcene expession

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indeed'
the world is more beautiful when we ask than what it is when we don't only those fortified in their own opinion are those who deny all obvious factsand never see the true beauty of this world.

[Rev. Rye]

you obviously have a talent for the art of language keep writing and ignore the idiots who chose only to class language as their own art of of obcene expession

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indeed'
the world is more beautiful when we ask than what it is when we don't only those fortified in their own opinion are those who deny all obvious factsand never see the true beauty of this world.

Well, I do intend to be a writer, although I am more of a short story writer than a poet.

[LEDO]

NIGHT SKY

Black painted canvas

Pricked at Random

Beauty is the Night

View the heavenly sight

Artist dabbles with the light

Giving all delight

How can we give thanks

To a painter so great

Creator of the hall?

Love mankind,

And all the world’s creatures

And simply live for all.