Poems Out Of Hell

Arg! I am annoyed! This is one thing that has annoyed me ever since I knew how to speak. It's called poetry. OK, so maybe rhyming poetry takes some skill. But poems are still like reading Hallmark cards for 8 hours. They all are about gerenally the same things, and I hate how you have to find the "meaning" of the poems, and all the metaphors and smileys or whatever. Poets are some of the most overrated people in the world. They have absolutely no talent, and so prove this to you, I will write a poem right now that I will attempt to finish in less than a minute. "Poetry is like a mountain eating blueberries, and the wind touching the sky, as mother earth dances merrily, and ......" arg. I hate poems. Did you notice that most of what I said made abosolutely no sense? Well, I did that to make a point. All you have to do to be a good poet is write a bunch of garbage and when people read it, they expect the best. When they see all this junk, they desparately try to make sense out of it and try to find "meaning" in the poem, and then they think it's a masterpiece. Example. Fkuwhlemgebbo JarJeey Khaaaaaa. If I published, that, poem freaks would probably say that it has something to do with the struggles of insecurity, but to always try your best, bla bla bla. It's all the same. You may be wondering why this post is called "poems out of hell" when prett much every poem comes from hell, but I have gathered some of the worst. All you have to do is google "great poems" and you get poems like these- Into the field, I ride
On a pretty little white horse
Feeling like a princess
With a bit of remorse

Sorrow and pain
My greatest fear of all
Catch me for once
And don't let me fall

A fall off my horse
Results in a sadness
I am now in a world
Of total blackness

"May every day be dark and stormy
For this one girl!" Says Depression
"May all her emotions be
Acts of aggression!"

Depression, creeping towards me
Black ghostly figure, ruby red eyes
Looking down on me
With such hatred and despise

In the distance, a white stallion appears
With an ever so charming prince to my saving
While Depression
My soul he's craving

'Hurry, hurry!' I think to myself
"I'm coming!" the hero shouts
Coming closer and closer
The Prince is just in time, "Get out! Out!"

"Thou shall not be in pain.
Thou shall be in love.
Thou shall love thyself.
Thyself shall be proud of."

ARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who reads these? Do they read these out loud at Guantanamo Bay to torture the terrorists??

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things go wrong that you mustn't quit.

See what I mean about all this "you can do it" cliche? We get the idea already, you don't need to kill us with all these poems!

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

Fail! RAVEN and WREN are not people, they are birds. RAVEN AND WREN are not their names. I'm sure this poet knows this, but he names them for whatever reason. Poems make MY posts look good! That's also part of the reason I posted these. I think poets are a collection of kids who used to get beaten up a lot in school. If you bring in a poem like that to school, dont expect to go back home with a normal face.

...Rant