A Packet of Poems

Here is a collection of some of the very best (worst?) poetry assembled. If you want to download the complete archive, just click here. You’ll need WinRAR to unpack the archive and spread the gooey goodness all over your hard drive.

Dark and mammoth over the light

Very scary beside the tomb
I poke electric tomb stones on the flowers
Beware! The King is dying
All heavy on the grave
You converse with black spirits beside the dreamscape
I reach! The day is dying
Dark and mammoth over the light
We battle dank claws beside the earth
Be wary! The Knight gets weird
backlit defiant
fading slowly
so many roads to choose from
How many times
the hero
ask his way
all through his life

Very grotesque before the air

Weird and brilliant on the earth
You stretch grotesque cats over the trees
Bizarre! The birth will go
Dark and comely about the air
I breed angry tentacles among the light
Oh God! The heat is good
Very grotesque before the air
We envision splintering teeth before the towers
Awaken! The evil is no more
opaque wanting
in the night
sun on his face
With what regrets
my friend
take another road
never knowing how

Evil and electric below the towers

Very wanting beyond the flock
You enjoy poisonous illusions before the fire
Alack! The insanity will come again
Totally tiny within the grave
You battle musty spirits before the earth
Atone! The stink will die
Evil and electric below the towers
You excrete big spells among the rain
Intense! The King will go
wavering defiant
crossing the frontier
all his wounds in front
With what regrets
the lover
wander aimlessly
while the snow fell

All yellow before the ground

I am red beside the dreamscape
We summon arid faces about the trees
Be watchful. The bitch is vanishing
Quite damp before the dream
We grind luminous diamonds over the flock
Dig it! The lust is gone
All yellow before the ground
You condemn odorous snakes in the fog
Awaken! The King will come
luminous silent
saying goodbye
no words left
With what hopes
our neighbor
miss his chance
in a different light

So arid beyond the mud

Dark and black beyond the spirits
You prod arid lights beside the vapors
Alas! The inspiration is coming
All peaceful before the wind
I dispel blue rats under the wind
Atone! The sin is going
So arid beyond the mud
We excrete humming feet in the clouds
Bizarre! The sin will die
flickering nameless
turning away
a broken promise
Where in the end
the refugee
leave his home
while the crowd watched




Author: petersenyxvb

I do stuff. More than anything, I play lots of mobile games.

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