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Anyone else care to add a piece they like? 

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That's hardly poetry, kiddo

fine... if you search the lyrics for this song you will be surprised

the lyrics are a love poem

this is by far the most seen poem in human history.. gangnam style yet most people don't know it's a poem all it takes is to change how you verbalize it

Nice poem, Para. lol

The Quitter

When you’re lost in the Wild, and you’re scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you’re sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and... die.
But the Code of a Man says: “Fight all you can,”
And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, it’s easy to blow...
It’s the hell-served-for-breakfast that’s hard.

“You’re sick of the game!” Well, now, that’s a shame.
You’re young and you’re brave and you’re bright.
“You’ve had a raw deal!” I know — but don’t squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It’s the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don’t be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit; it’s so easy to quit:
It’s the keeping-your-chin-up that’s hard.

It’s easy to cry that you’re beaten — and die;
It’s easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight —
Why, that’s the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
All broken and beaten and scarred,
Just have one more try — it’s dead easy to die,
It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago. I've posted this here before in the past, but I'll post it again anyway because it's my favorite and some newer members may not have seen it. By the way, I know you wanted poems that aren't original, but I don't give a shit.

The Phantom Serial Killer

I'm invisible, untouchable, you don’t know who I am.
They say that I am evil. Am I a woman or a man?
I’m elusive, yet intrusive as I watch and wait to strike
I blend in with the shadows and the darkness of the night
I'm sadistic and I'm wicked and I am savage, you will see
I leave a trail of death behind marked with brutality

To society I’m a monster who should be locked inside a cage
But when I’m in the crowd I’m like an actor on a stage
I display these false emotions and wear them like a mask
Pretending I am friendly, while thoughts of killing you I bask
You’ll think that I am innocent as I walk among these sheep
But I am hunting for my prey, the vulnerable and weak

Like a lion I sit and watch and quietly lay in wait
Until I find the one who has sealed their deadly fate
I hunt them and I stalk them and observe them day by day
Until that moment comes when I can finally catch my prey
I lure them and trap them and drive them gagged and bound
To a place of blood-soaked earth that I call my killing ground

Your death will be my glory, the media I will feed
When I leave a signatory mark the cops will think they have a lead
They think that they can catch me, these detectives with their guns
But I’m invisible, untraceable, I am a professional, not dumb
Their forensics will be useless as I never leave a trace
I may even help them hunt for me while laughing in their face

They judge me and they criticize, but they never really see
They don’t know the truth of what’s hiding inside of me
I’m not a monster, I am human, a product of abuse
Releasing all my rage on those in whom I choose
People are nothing more than objects, simply cattle for the kill
Killing them is pleasurable, it is my greatest thrill!

There will come a time when I will show the world my face
When death calls out my name, before I finally leave this place
Then one day they’ll make a movie, no doubt a gruesome thriller
And I’ll be immortalized forever as the phantom serial killer

You with the association? Tiger tiger.