if u have a good poem like cream rose did, post them here. ill add on sum of my own also. u can rate the poems and add comments to them. welcome to everyone. plz no cex poems or drug poems.
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if u have a good poem like cream rose did, post them here. ill add on sum of my own also. u can rate the poems and add comments to them. welcome to everyone. plz no cex poems or drug poems.
Yeah! lol. i had to watch that movie for AP World History. lol. teacher said it involved the crusades, but then againhe is awesome. he turns up his computer radio and plays rock.
Someone at my school just started a literary magazine club today so I'll have a lot more opportunities to write poems in the future. I hope to read more of your poems, too. :)
just write down something. it it sux yet is funny ill still say its an ok poem. dont worry about me. im not a critic.
Now, I'm working on a poem about the Christmas season...probably will turn out extremely dull.
lol. same here. workin on a poem on how my mom is makin me feel like ive got a ball and chain attached to my leg. lol.
I like to write poems in my spare time, or when I see something interesting or unusual or rapturous. :)
Now that you are here with us It could not be any clearer, I make efforts to mend past mistakes. Not a day should pass, voided Of your presence in my mind, Forever in your debt, Forever with love. For the teaching, the care and devotion Words cannot count as reward, On this day I will offer a humble smile A grateful nod. Like we are to the earth It could never be different, You are here even when you’re away. Instead of the taking for granted I will nurture and feed back to you, On all channels, both verbal and of soul. For your love, help and simple creation Not a price in the world can repay So instead I will bow in your honor, On this bright, so remarkable day.
ok heres the rest of the poem. He danced with the murdered, the mauled, and the raped, he danced with the good, the bad, and the wicked with shape. Then as the moon rose and centered itself in the sky, the grave dancer knew his time was almost by. Soon dawn would come and he would have to leave this place, but he would come back when the dead called for his face. He kissed the lips of the dead and immortal, the ones who would take him when he was no longer mortal. And he took off the rings and put on his hat, and put his cane back in the black vevet sack. Then he put on his jacket and the scarf to his face, and walked out of his holy, lonesome place. This was his home, his only comfort site, the only place he could come to at night. He walked past the iron frame gates and into the street, and the dead and vampires looked on, sad with defeat. But he was thier love, their life, their passion as he walked faster. He would come back. Why?... beacause he was their master. so thats one of my poems. ill get in more.
I froze your tears and made a dagger, and stabbed it in my c0ck forever. It stays there like Excalibur, Are you my Arthur? Say you are. Take this cool dark steeled blade, Steal it, sheath it, in your lake. I’d drown with you to be together. Must you breathe? Cos I need Heaven.”
Bloody I really like your poem. It’s very intriguing and has a really nice flow to it; very intense and action-packed. I really like this part “Then he took a bottle of pure red blood, and amptied it in his stomach and on the site they spoke of.”
wat i meant was write a poem urself, not copy it. rain that was a really good poem. i liked it. heres mine. The thickness of night crawled it way to the earth, silently, secretly bringing magic it would unearth. As the mist rolled its way along the forest bed, the graveyard was empty...or so it was said. He entered the gates and looked around with concern, to see if someone or something was hiding in the fern. He walked through the those black iron frames that surrounded the place, as if someone thought that those things would keep the grave safe. With his hat so low and the scarf up to his eyes, he walked in silently, like a spirit floating by. Then he stopped in the darkest, most deserted part of the of the site, the one that many said the devil came to dance on at night. He unbuttoned his jacket and took off his scarf with relief, and threw them on the ground, somewhere within reach. Then he reached into his pocket and took out 2 rings, the ones that were said to unleash wicked things. Then he took a bottle of pure red blood, and amptied it in his stomach and on the site they spoke of. The spirits of the dead and the vampires appreared, but he stood his ground with absolutely no fear. He took off his hat and put on the two rings, and took out a cane with ruby eyes that gleamed. And he danced with the souls of the lost and forgotten, and kissed upon the lips that time had left rotten. \ ill finish it later g2g.
Burn the Witch
Holding hands Skipping like a stone On our way To see what we have done The first to speak Is the first to lie The children cross Their hearts & hope to die Bite your tongue Swear to keep your mouth shut Ask yourself Will I burn in HeII? Then write it down & cast it in the well There they are The mob it cries for blood To twist the tale Into fire wood Fan the flames With a little lie Then turn your cheek Until the fire dies The skin it peels Like the truth, away What it was I will never say... Bite your tongue, Swear to keep Keep your mouth shut Make up something Make up something good... Holding hands Skipping like a stone Burn the witch Burn to ash & bone
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I'm sorry to disappoint you but I did not write the poems in the topic A poem I wrote for a special player who wants to change.... They are by the player called by the nick 'ROSE', mind you the poems are very good and I would love to take credit for them but I can't. Keep up the good work ROSE,
I have noticed As I re-read the book There is no mistaking. The resemblance is striking I am quite perplexed to realize. The world revolves In endless motion Almost pointlessly. The only difference Between men and mice is clear. They run inside it We do on top The world as a wheel.