Oppa Poem Style.

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Write us poetry and submit it to poemsforhumanity@gmail.com!
Poetical Term of the week! Caesura: a complete pause in a line of poetry or in musical composition. In music it looks like this " kinda. If you're weird and do choral, it looks like this '. Pretty great stuff. Example of a caesura used in poetry: "Sing, o goddess, the rage || of Achilles, the son of Peleus." This is from the Illiad from Homer. I'd like to point out that I never once read the Odyssey, but got an A on the final. SO. Yay for children versions of books and for Gizoogle for making The Odyssey gangster! AS TO DIAVOLO, HOMER.

My Lunch Sucked. And so did June's.

oh demented chicken noodle soup,

what has happened to you?

your noodles oversized,

but you have me mesmerized.

dare I add crackers?

the employees here are slackers.

they put no love in you,

oh chicken noodle soup,

whatever shall I do?

wherever is the chicken?

is it hidden within?

the crackers, oh so soggy,

one resembles a small doggy.

I'm getting weird looks

from the depressed Spanish cooks.

but still no chicken have I,

this tragedy makes me cry.

-Kylah

Cereal,

You are my meal,

You touch my feels.

But that evil milk

Has made you sulk.

You're soggy now,

Thanks to the cow.

The milk that she gave

Is sending you to your grave.

You once were strong,

Like king kong,

But now you're weak,

Milk was your defeat.

It corroded your soul,

That was its goal,

You're forever soggy

And my eyes are groggy,

With tears of despair

You're laying there

Drowning in milk,

Your skin as soft as silk,

But soggy and dead,

Is this your end?

I believe so.

Now be free! go!

-June

Toast.

Welcome to Oppa Poem Style. We write daily poems regarding objects that do not receive the attention they fully deserve. Got any poems? Email them to us!

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Kitchen Appliances That Need More Love.

What kitchen appliance do you think needs more respect in the culinary and poetical community?

Inspired to write a poem? Don't know what to write? Spin the wheel and write a poem based on the poetical topic landed on, and then send it to poemsforhumanity@gmail.com and we'll post it on the site!

Wheel of Poetry, bitch.

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Today June bombarded me with poems. SO.

Sims: That little green diamond Has won my heart But that doesnt mean To death you wont part I made you and your world But when i get bored The grim reaper will take you away
Whether sunset valley, Or bridgeport and more, Ill make sure you're acquainted with woohoo galore I see you've met a new guy Now dont be shy Flirt, pickup line, kiss, ha! You're married
I forced twins upon you Over and over You have a family of eight now But youre never sober You're hooked on party juice, You have nothing to lose, So you streak around all of sunset valley
Thanks to motherlode, You're a millionaire But oh wait look! At that pool over there! Go swimming you'll see! Leave it too me...Hahaha loser, you're drowning.
-June

The Sims is an amazing video game, its a RPG and it took me seven years to realize that Sims was short for Simulator. I highly recommend Sims 2 because Sims 3 is NOT as good as Sims 2. The original Sims is good too, but I'm not a fan of the graphics. Sims 2 has decent graphics and the occasional glitches, it's created by Maxis (apart of EA) and then EA took off the Maxis logo in 2009 when Sims 3 was created. And if anyone knows EA like me.... oh god. -Kylah

How to Kill Your Ungrateful Sims

Ode to June:

June,

June Hasty,

A master at the alto sax and piano,

And a funny person to talk,

To top it off, she is quite weird in a very good way.

A freshman in sda,

She always thinks of herself as a loser(WHICH YOU ARE NOT A LOSER),

And is pretty amazing,

And indeed kind.

June Hasty,

The girl who is fascinated by Asians,

And is part Asian,

Although she doesn't look like it.

June Hasty,

The girl I met,

At the great gatsby dance.

-Justin Seul

Colored Pencil: A Poem

Oh my colored pencil, you show that I have no skill your squiggly lines, are oftentimes faint at my best.
I use you to draw birthday cards, security guards, men in leotards, and other subjects too. I'm really no good at using you.
I bought you at Target AKA the blackmarket where I spent my ten dollars on you but your end is due you're no longer new it is time for us to be parted.

-Alexis

Oh Well: A Very Feminime Poem

Me no study Me no care Me go marry A millionaire If he die Me no cry Me go marry Another guy

-Thien Kim

A Tragic Poem

Roses are red Violets are red Bushes are red Trees are red Llamerz set your garden on fire

-Kyle

To the right is a picture of Llamerz, at her finest.

Another Poem: A Poem That Does Not Really Follow The Structure of a Poem but Whatevs

Your iron was forged in a forge

The forge I found in Riverwood

I forged your iron with iron ingots

And I made you sharp

I made you pointy

Iron dagger

I made you in a forge

With fire and hot things in it

And I sharpened you

On the spinny grindstone

That sits beside the forge

So after I had crafted you

Oh, pointy iron dagger

I traveled on horseback

To Whiterun

Once there

I climbed the stairs

To Dragonreach

And I walked the long short walk

To the mage's quarters

I donned my blue robes

And my Mage hood

I mounted the enchanting table

And enchanted you

Oh, iron dagger

And now

Oh, iron dagger

You are

A magical

Firey

Sharpened

Iron

Dagger

-Alondra

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Hipster's Bike: A Kinda Small Poem

I wonder what it's like, to be a hipster's bike. To go to non-mainstream places, and meet people with glasses on their faces. High waisted shorts covering their butts, they make me suicidal, so then I cuts... Life is hard when you're a bike, No one even knows my name is fucking Mike.

-Kylah

Pop Tarts: A Poem

They all tell me Eat more pop tarts. But i tell them I need to focus on my art The art of eating peas With chopsticks Covered in swiss cheese I lick toes.

-June

Poem: A Mildly Long but Brilliant Poem

I can’t think of what to write;
I’m really in quite a plight.
And it now being midnight
Does not really help my fight.
So scrap this, I’m done, goodnight;
Allow me to be forthright,
I’ve had enough of this, quite!
Well that turned out rather trite.
At least it rhymed quite alright;
Not bad for twelve in the night!
Seven stresses a line, right?
And each last word rhymes with "write."
I suppose I'm rather bright.
(Not to brag or incite spite.)

-Max O.

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What would you do for a Klondike bar?

Items that need more love.

Which item do you think deserves more love and respect in the poetry community?

I had muffins for breakfast. Jealous? I bet you had Raisin Bran Cereal.

So you guys voted, and the item that needs more love is the muffin. In all honesty, I don't know why the muffin needs more love. It's already loved enough, there are fricken YouTube videos about it. But, we'll write about muffins anyway. Got a poem about muffins? Submit it to us at poemsforhumanity@gmail.com!

My One True Love: A Haiku

Blueberry Muffin, Oh how I love you so much. Get in my tummy. -Kylah

Muffins: An Extremely Long Poem

Muffins, Fluffy sweet and warm You smell like baking cake But to my great alarm Its you i cannot bake I always add frosting And that is my mistake Because then you aren't a muffin You are a cupcake Im sorry for my doings But the frosting is so sweet Putting you in ruins Is tastier to me Muffins should be nurtured Forgive my selfish ways I know muffins are endangered But what more can i say? Frosting is so pretty And tasty for sure It really is a pity That there is no cure For all the jealous muffins Out there in the world Who can never have frosting Their heads must feel so cold Muffins are neglected And nobody even cares About these poor brown muffins! Their tops so alone and bare...

-June

Blood muffins.

We forced a peer to succumb to the pressure of writing us a poem. Thanks Anduuu!

Hello childrenI enjoy childrenChildren are yummyHello KylahHello JuneHow you be doing?I can't believeI have succumbed to the pressureOf writing a poem For this silly little website I suck at poemsJust to let you knowSo I guess I'll stopSee you fine childrenIn EnglishFirst Period

-Andrew K.

Do Paper Clips Turn You On?
Yeah, me too.

Paper Clips: A Haiku Paper clips are cool, they hold paper together. They are our savior.-Kylah

Paper Clips: A Haiku You're only bent wire, but you're so much more to me. My paper needs you.-June

DO YOU Like mops?

Here at Oppa Poem Style, we believe that mops need better publicity. They come in various colors and they are always there to absorb those tears of yours when your favorite chef gets chopped on Food Network's Chopped. They deserve to have more recognition as the worlds most renowned cleaning product. Love them like we love you.

Mops: A Short Poem
Mops, those octupus-like cleaning products. Mops, they can be yellow like ducks. Mops, those fantastic and durable sticks. Mops, they make the floor slick.
-Kylah

Mops: A Medium Length Poem:

Mops, you are wet like my body after I shower. No stain or mess can withstand the power of your moppy hairy head, get in my bed. ....Now.
-June

SOS: A Haiku Help Kim she is trapped In a haiku factory save Her quick before they -Kim

Hamster Ted: A Poem
Hamster Ted, you are fat, almost like a mat. Sometimes i let you go free, but then you run away from me and try to commit suicide. Hamster Ted why do you try to kill yourself? Hamster Ted do hate me? Hamster Ted your testicles are to big for your body, Why Ted? Are you trying to seduce me Ted?
-Luke

Llamerz: A Medium Length Poem

There once was a llama named Llamerz I bought one and me it would honor She'd spit upon fools Then they'd ride off on their mules And that is why I chose this Llamerz

-A

Meet the creators of Oppa Poem Style, June and Kylah. Kylah enjoys reading books about dinosaurs and eating soup on the beach. She also enjoys bird baths. June enjoys cuddling with body pillows and drinking milk whilst hanging out with Asian people.

Toast.

Kitchen Appliances That Need More Love.

What kitchen appliance do you think needs more respect in the culinary and poetical community?

Wheel of Poetry, bitch.

How to Kill Your Ungrateful Sims

Love me.

What would you do for a Klondike bar?

Items that need more love.

Which item do you think deserves more love and respect in the poetry community?

I had muffins for breakfast. Jealous? I bet you had Raisin Bran Cereal.

Blood muffins.

Do Paper Clips Turn You On?Yeah, me too.

DO YOU Like mops?

Do Paper Clips Turn You On?
Yeah, me too.