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Spacefem's Weekly Useless Poetry Contest

Welcome to the useless poetry contest! Every week, we post a new and very unique theme and invite all our loyal visitors to submit their inspirations based on it! After ten days, we vote on who composed the coolest, most original, or most amusing peice. So if you think this page is stupid today, come back next week, it'll be a new, different kind of stupid!

Help pick our next contest!

New contests are picked by our loyal viewers, so every once in a while we'll want to know what you think. What are you dying to write poetry about?
Righteous Helicopters Curl Parts
Slip On Guns
White Thermometers Impress Dongles
Shadowy Zookeepers
Written Doormats Assault Calculators
Season Pictures
Broken Dreidels Twitch Tablets
Hump Corn Starch
Sad Poopoos Ride On Moons
Slow Hats Hump Saxophones

The Contests

These change every ten days, so visit often!
  • Contest #199 : Vacant Stocking Caps ()
  • Contest #198 : Pulchritudinous Mathematicians Fabricate Blockades ()
  • Contest #197 : Administer Crayons ()

    Poems of the Moment

    These are the newest poems. You can also see the all time winners or vote for your favorites!
    scratch and smile
    pondering the flash
    of the latest dslr
    sick of all the trash
    talk about the car

    Constellating the latest
    installing the greatest
    radio into the volt
    so it could always bolt

    when it's driver got the itch
    the gps directing one into the ditch

    it was time to fix the glitch

    putting cream on arm,
    rolling down the window
    losing all the dating charm
    as the passenger avoided
    any touch...

    this was not the commercial
    to air, but another with lack
    of hair
    could grace the scene
    with the detroit flair


    without the itch
    and without the chocolate
    it's all a lot kinder
    without
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    swordfight with kitties
    those cats creep in my veg patch,
    they really are quite bad,
    i zap them with my best match,
    but this only makes them glad,
    they love to fight with weapons,
    guns and ammo and knives,
    but what they dont know is i have napalm,
    from that they won't survive.
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    Donut Why Must Thy Cry?
    Running towards sprinkles.
    Wrapping the doughy exuberance into a passionate embrace.
    But it was too soon.
    Premature jogging it twas.
    My bony finger took the innocense of one unfortunate doughtnut.
    It cried and it begged.
    But the glazed center said 'aye aye let's jog'.
    And that it how, the donut became an edible prostitute.
    Vote for your favorite | Submit your own

    Other Stuff You'd Like To Know

    Here's how it works: Poetry rules: All submissions must be submitted and approved before the contest starts. We have the right to deny entry to any submission, for any reason. You can submit as many entries as you want, but if they start to look the same or if we feel like you're overloading the contest, we can stop approving them.