bad poem #3

Sick

I'm fond
of every inch
of him,
including all
twenty or so feet
of his lovely
intestines.

Posted on July 6th, 2003

bad poetry, 8-19-2009

thanks to those of you who have submitted so far- i'm still working on a format for posting a daily update along with any poems that are sent in, so this blog will get bigger and better every day. if you have any ideas, let me know!

bad poem #2

I once knew a boy
Who could not laugh.
It was the saddest thing to see.
He sat all day, and cried and sobbed
Not the slightest smile could there be.

bad poem #1

the crisis intervention officer
drinks coffee in his own cup
and reads the obituaries
with glee
how many, he wonders,
how many crises can i
prevent today?

bad poetry, 8-18-2009

this is it. the bad poetry project. because they exist, and because we need to get them out of our notebooks, closets, and minds. so here's how it works:

1. Anyone can submit.
2. The poem has to have been previously written. Could have been from your first broken heart or you last one night stand. As long as it was brought into being for some reason other than the bad poetry project.
3. Your poem will NOT be censored. I will post any and every poem I receive, provided it adheres to rules #1 & 2.
4. Anonymity is your choice. You can even submit it anonymously, if you want.

that's it. include an intro paragraph if you want, change the names if you wish. your poem will appear exactly as submitted.

submit poems to: thebadpoetryproject@gmail.com
(if no one submits, i will keep submitting my own. and we will all be here a very, very long time.)