when your high school forces you to get up in front of your class or in some cases entire school to recite a shitty poem regardless of social anxiety or not. Symptoms occur when you did a horrible job from shaky movements, horrible eye contact, and forgotten lines resulting in a buzz that makes you want to vomit and die.
Person 1: How did you do in the Poetry Out Loud?
Person 2: Not too good man. I got the Poetry Out Loud PTS Blues.
Person 1: I do too. Wow our high school hates us.
Person 2: Not too good man. I got the Poetry Out Loud PTS Blues.
Person 1: I do too. Wow our high school hates us.
by Refreshelover83 December 20, 2017
by Underachiever55 October 17, 2020
Petty Poetry would look something like:
The man persistently attacked his cat.
The cat lied on his head like a hat.
The man grew exasperated and hit the wall,
The pain made him gasp and start to fall.
Nothing like that of famous poets such as Shakespeare or Adrianus.
The man persistently attacked his cat.
The cat lied on his head like a hat.
The man grew exasperated and hit the wall,
The pain made him gasp and start to fall.
Nothing like that of famous poets such as Shakespeare or Adrianus.
by Arranttehfurball May 30, 2010
by godofplatonicwives March 13, 2021
do you take drugs,
YESSSSSSS
i'm in love with the poetry
like a ballon that was been born with wheels
wheels, WHEEEEEELS, NOOOOOOOOO. I'm autistic
but, which drugs
ALL OF THEM
YESSSSSSS
i'm in love with the poetry
like a ballon that was been born with wheels
wheels, WHEEEEEELS, NOOOOOOOOO. I'm autistic
but, which drugs
ALL OF THEM
by purple lemon May 11, 2023
I can't write anything but poetry. Throughout the day crying and pain turn into rhymes and elegant paragraphs instead of the reaching hands that they are. Open palms and spread out fingers awaiting another, to be held, pulled out. Hung over heads, with hair covering the eyes and red cheeks and noses. Poetry falls out when sorrows fly in and poetry soars with graceful wings as heart-aching stories and tales fall. After crying all night long you can't help but write poetry, it binds itself in your veins and curls around your bones, and shakes you sobs. But after all the books are full, the pens are out of ink, the pencil are too dull to sharpen poetry glues itself to you mind and drive you crazy through out the day. And after it all you can't write anything but poetry.
by mood rings November 14, 2022
Steve: "I just wrote some poetry!"
Joe: "Did your English teacher take away your freedom in writing?"
Joe: "Did your English teacher take away your freedom in writing?"
by jiip May 31, 2018