Funny Emo Love Poem

Emo love
just like a dove
in a trap
you can't put a cap....on love.
emotions run
just like a nun
when she births a son
the congregation it will stun... but wait.
Is it fate?
That this nun should mate
the Priest is who you should castrate
for he has been spreading his seed as of late

Emo Man Boob Poem

Oh man boobs why are you there?
For people to mock and stare?

Why must I have such a droopy nipple?
Oh no baby you can't take a sipple.

I can't cry for fear
that my make-up will smear
tight jeans are not queer
I'll put on mascara and you steer... dear.

Emo Poems

Emo Poems show how I feel
bleeding wrist, oh what a thrill
I live a hard life
middle class strife
I want to be different than everyone
except for all the other emos under the sun

Emo Poem

My tear soaked pillow
like a weeping willow
tree...
My smeared mascara
could you spare a
key.....
Write dripping red
my thoughts have fled
from me....
Pants so tight
I think I just might
pee...

Anatomy.... so sad to me

It's not them nor us, causing pain in my biceps femoris
The touch of your check, on my right oblique
with something to aid us, it hurts my serratus
As I dream of our palace, whats the pain under my pectoralis?
Like an octopus tentacle, clasped to my heart's left ventricle
all this love that im spendin, hurts my patellar tendon

What if?

What if going fast, meant you would finish last?
Would being in first, actually be the worst?
And the best would be slow? Nobody can know.....nobody can know

The Clock of Life

Tick tock goes the clock of life,
as I live another day without a wife, in strife.
how many days do I have left?
I cannot seem to get rid of this cleft, in my chin.
My misery stems from a war within.
I slept another day away,
tinfoil on my window to protect me from the suns happy ray.

Oh happy rays of sun, do you have any light that I can borrow?
To save me from this misery and sorrow?
If not today, then maybe perhaps tomorrow?
Its neither my row, nor your row, but our row.

Tis October now, the season of fear,
my destination unknown, its so hard to steer.
Even though your whisper, I may not hear,
while wishing these chips were crisper, I shed a tear.

My life is like a vessel in a tempest sea,
why won't you nestle up to me?
As I wrestle this beast that wont leave me be,
you have been my trestle in this stormy sea.

Come back, I plead on bended knee,
without you near, forlorn shall I be.