Very Bad Poetry

Writing very bad poetry requires talent. It helps to have a wooden ear for words, a penchant for sinking into a mire of sentimentality, and an enviable confidence that allows one to write despite absolutely appalling incompetence. The 131 poems collected in this first-of-its-kind anthology are so glaringly awful that they embody a kind of genius. From Fred Emerson Brooks' "The Stuttering Lover" to Matthew Green's "The Spleen" to Georgia Bailey Parrington's misguided "An Elegy to a Dissected Puppy", they mangle meter, run rampant over rhyme, and bludgeon us into insensibility with their grandiosity, anticlimax, and malapropism. Guaranteed to move even the most stoic reader to tears (of laughter), Very Bad Poetry is sure to become a favorite of the poetically inclined (and disinclined).

A hysterical collection of bad poetry. It includes such work as: "Tea For Two" ("A Tragedy"); "Nietzsche And The Ice-Cream Truck"; "Capitalism Can Fall Not Like I Fell For You"; "Inappropriately Touched By An Angel"; and, "Love Is Like A Toilet Bowl."

This book will leave you in silence. Whether it be from tears of laughter or from a single recurring thought: "WTF did I just read?", The Worst Poetry Book Ever, is quite literally the worst poetry book ever. I hope you like it! Or hate it!

Comedian Gabbie Hanna brings levity to the twists and turns of modern adulthood in this exhilarating debut collection of illustrated poetry. In poems ranging from the singsong rhythms of children’s verses to a sophisticated confessional style, Gabbie explores what it means to feel like a kid and an adult all at once, revealing her own longings, obsessions, and insecurities along the way. Adultolescence announces the arrival of a brilliant new voice with a magical ability to connect through alienation, cut to the profound with internet slang, and detonate wickedly funny jokes between moments of existential dread. You’ll turn to the last page because you get her, and you’ll return to the first because she gets you.

Can you be vulnerable? People have a hard enough time being vulnerable with their friends and family. Now imagine that vulnerability cast upon the world. This collection was created without pretentiousness, never assuming its publishing would ever see the light of day. The deepest fear had to be overcome in order for light to shine on Bad Poetry. Sometimes you're just lost--lost in love, lost in tragedy, lost in confusion... The list is endless, but the one element that remains constant is emotion. Tumbleweed shows you're not alone on this journey. Bad Poetry, Vol. 1: Tumbleweed is the first installment in this poetry series. Just like a tumbleweed moving freely without direction throughout the desert, the poems in this book were written the same manner.

No art has been denounced as often as poetry. It's even bemoaned by poets: "I, too, dislike it," wrote Marianne Moore. "Many more people agree they hate poetry," Ben Lerner writes, "than can agree what poetry is. I, too, dislike it and have largely organized my life around it and do not experience that as a contradiction because poetry and the hatred of poetry are inextricable in ways it is my purpose to explore." In this inventive and lucid essay, Lerner takes the hatred of poetry as the starting point of his defense of the art. He examines poetry's greatest haters (beginning with Plato's famous claim that an ideal city had no place for poets, who would only corrupt and mislead the young) and both its greatest and worst practitioners, providing inspired close readings of Keats, Dickinson, McGonagall, Whitman, and others. Throughout, he attempts to explain the noble failure at the heart of every truly great and truly horrible poem: the impulse to launch the experience of an individual into a timeless communal existence. In The Hatred of Poetry, Lerner has crafted an entertaining, personal, and entirely original examination of a vocation no less essential for being impossible.

A book of poems, or if you can call them that, otherwise they are the ramblings of a sick and twisted guy hiding in his closet with dreams of power tools, bodily fluids, and small furry mammals. If this poetry doesn't annoy you, you're not thinking hard enough. Also similar to Vogon poetry.

“Never before has the delight and wonder experienced in young love, in which is implicit physical discovery, been conveyed with such touching honesty or with rhapsody so involving unconscious pathos. Those who seek to drag any honest writing through the gutters of their own minds will do the same with this. Those who are not afraid of the strange miracle of life will understand this brave verse.” —William Rose Benét