To Max

Some of you cannot
count syllables correctly.
You know who you are.

Jeremy S wrote: Setting up rappel
And I dropped my freakin' rope
Guess I live here now.

Heard you dropped your rope.
'Tis true, you live there now, but,
only till you die.

Shall I attempt to scale the granite crag?
Perhaps the limestone cliff, or sandstone bluff?
My foot slips off, my rope's caught in a snag.
I'll go home now, I think I've had enough.

I miss climbing
Now I die
someplace else

Martin le Roux wrote: Shall I attempt to scale the granite crag?
Perhaps the limestone cliff, or sandstone bluff?
My foot slips off, my rope's caught in a snag.
I'll go home now, I think I've had enough.

Maybe you've not heard...
haikus have five syllables,
then seven, then five.

They call me “the Kyle”
How hard can a flatiron be?
Guess I’ll lie here a while

Andrew Krajnik wrote:

Maybe you've not heard...
haikus have five syllables,
then seven, then five.

Are all poems not good?

Iambic pentameter

Go big or go home
Such a lovely way to die
Go big and go home

Expecting little,
I clicked "Notify on site"
Pleasantly surprised

Andrew Krajnik wrote:

Heard you dropped your rope.
'Tis true, you live there now, but,
only till you die.

Day 2 on the wall
Still, no rescuers in sight
Could use a wagbag

Jon Nelson wrote: To that black slug
on the approach trail yesterday:
Baby, I love the way you slime.

Andrew Krajnik wrote: Maybe you've not heard...
haikus have five syllables,
then seven, then five.

Oh summer day slug
I see you after the climb
Your slime makes me smile

Bryce Adamson wrote:

Are all poems not good?

Iambic pentameter

may work just as well.

That's a valid point.
Most of the posts in this thread
have been haikus, though.

Martin le Roux wrote: Shall I attempt to scale the granite crag?
Perhaps the limestone cliff, or sandstone bluff?
My foot slips off, my rope's caught in a snag.
I'll go home now, I think I've had enough.

Oh, and to be clear,
I did thoroughly enjoy
This poem as well.

My dear b'layer Max
Still has yet to see this post
Does he climb no more?

My fingertips rip
And sometimes my feet do slip
Still, send is a must.

Bryce Adamson wrote:

Are all poems not good?

Iambic pentameter

may work just as well.

I was hoping that
someone would add more lines and
make it a sonnet

Old is thy age,
Tape is the rage,
crack glove look cute, 
on the product page.

I hear you rattle
you strike but I did not see
the snake that bit me

Jon Nelson wrote: To that black slug
on the approach trail yesterday:
Baby, I love the way you slime.

Pictures, or it didn't happen.

Hi Salém