Have you ever read a poem that left you....?

Question:.... bruised, bloody, and laughing?
Can you rememember what it was?

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: .... bruised, bloody, and laughing?
Can you rememember what it was?

No, but Allen Ginsberg had some doozies!!!!

Roses are red
Violets are blue

I may not look like Mae West
But I guess I'll do

Save up your nickels
And save up you dimes

And when you get to quarters
Come up and see me sometime.

From me to you.

Bruised, bloody, and laughing? No...can you suggest one?

"The Complete & Unabridged Works - Bushisms"

Nope!!
i know a poem that i read it left me really sad and bruised

Drige without Music
by edna st vincent millay!!

yeah this one,,

I am bruised, you will be too
when youre done reading this taboo
I am bloody and you will be also
when you get your period pinche baboso
i am laughing, so are you....
because this poem is all vodoo...
by:..xochimilca taiwanemu

I can't remember, could you remind me dad.

This one nearly caused me to have diarrhea, but I persevered.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckb6QHIdi...

yeah, The Fat Growth On Eric Hearble by John Lennon/In His Own Write

Not a poem, but a couple of bar fights.

A Parody on “A Psalm of Life” by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Life is real, life is earnest,
And the shell is not its pen –
“Egg thou art, and egg remainest”
Was not spoken of the hen.

Art is long and Time is fleeting,
Be our bills then sharpened well,
And not like muffled drums be beating
On the inside of the shell.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the great barnyard of life,
Be not like those lazy cattle!
Be a rooster in the strife!

Lives of roosters all remind us,
We can make our lives sublime,
And when roasted, leave behind us,
Hen tracks on the sands of time.

Hen tracks that perhaps another
Chicken drooping in the rain,
Some forlorn and henpecked brother,
When he sees, shall crow again. Where Did You Come From, Baby Dear?
By George McDonald

Where did you come from, Baby Dear?
"Out of the everywhere and into here."

Where did you get your eyes so blue?
"Out of the sky as I came through."

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
"Some of the starry spikes left in."

Where did you get that little tear?
"I found it waiting when I got here."

What makes your skin so smooth and high?
"A soft hand stroked it as I went by."

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
"I saw something better than anyone knows."

Whence came that three-corner'd smile of bliss?
"Three angels gave me at once a kiss."

Where did you get those arms and hands?
"Love made itself into bonds and bands."

Where did you get that pearly ear?
"God spoke, and it came out to hear."

How did they all come to just be you?
"God thought of me, and so I grew."

But how did you come to us, you dear?
"God thought of you, and so I am here."

The Town Of Don't You Worry

There's a town called Don't-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile;
Where the Cheer-Up and Be-Happy
Blooms beside the fragrant Try,
And the Never-Give-Up and Patience
Point their faces to the sky.

In the valley of Contentment,
In the province of I-Will,
You will find this lovely city,
At the foot of No-Fret Hill.

There are thoroughfares delightful
In this very charming town,
And on every hand are shade trees
Named the Very-Seldom-Frown.

Rustic benches quite enticing
You'll find scattered here and there;
And to each a vine is clinging
Called the Frequent-Earnest-Prayer.

Everybody there is happy
And is singing all the while,
In the town of Don't-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile.

-I. J. Bartlett-

No.
Not that I can recall.

I am bruised
and bloody too
now i'm laughing
how are you?

Just for you, Buk!

No, I have never heard anything that deep in my life. Oh wait....maybe something that you've written.

Quite a few , Poetry also has the power to hurt, and rightly so.
Lately ( 2 days ago ) this one grabbed me.

You and I

I explain quietly. You
hear me shouting. You
try a new tack. I
feel old wounds reopen.

You see both sides. I
see your blinkers. I
am placatory. You
sense a new selfishness.

I am a dove. You
recognize the hawk. You
offer an olive branch. I
feel the thorns.

You bleed. I
see crocodile tears. I
withdraw. You
reel from the impact.

Roger McGough

the cremation of sam mcgee

Opportunity...by Edward Roland Sills

it was one of those poems that was dirty, and it left me laughing

My lovi My lovi
My flying port-a-potty

Only those that I wrote about the BIG RED BARN..

The last bit of lymerick I read was little pretty burdies picking through the turdies...it was in a novel and I can't say I was really bruised with laughter over it...
But its my only offering just now, sorry.

Yes, Trees, Trees whose hungry mouth is spread across the earth's sweet flowing breast. I read that when I was young and still in grammar school. It's stuck with me all these yrs. because it's so prophetic. :D

The Roses are wilted
the violets are dead
the sugar is lumpy
and so is your head

My mom told me that when I was a kid and I thought it was hilarious.

i just read the one above me....i nearly peed myself.....seamanab

"Ulysses" by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
;)

Yeah this one:

The House of Belonging

I awoke
this morning
in the gold light
turning this way
and that

thinking for
a moment
it was one
day
like any other.

But
the veil had gone
from my
darkened heart
and I thought

it must have been the quiet
candlelight
that filled my room,

it must have been
the first easy rhythm
with which I breathed
myself to sleep,

it must have been
the prayer I said
speaking to the otherness
of the night.

And
I thought
this is the good day
you could meet your love,

this is the black day
someone close
to you could die.

This is the day
you realize
how easily the thread
is broken
between this world
and the next

and I found myself
sitting up
in the quiet pathway
of light,

the tawny
close grained cedar
burning round
me like a fire
and all the angels of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun has made.

This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.

This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.

There is no house
like the house of belonging.

~ David Whyte ~

(The House of Belonging)

No, I can't recall any poem like that. I don't think I would necessarily want to be left that way.

I read the dictionary once and thought it was a poem about everything.

nice guys finish last, yas can kiss my a**, if dont really like me dont waste my time, im not a joke,just someone who cares,whose there when you need someone,to help you if i can ,to laugh, to smile to make your day brighter.

Happy Birthday to you,
Your bell-end smells of poo.
Up the backdoor,
Like a crackwhore,
You belong in a zoo.

bruised and bloody laughing, Buk fought..trolls with no souls . they fell in defeat whilst he turned up the heat..He is fearless and strong he can do no wrong.Buks sister Doti what a hottie. buks now on utube like a big boob. can things get any better write the man a letter..... what was the question again????