Poetry thread!
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Thread Topic: Poetry thread!
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You have to make up a poem. No using internet or anything else.
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What kind of poem? I wuv poems. :-)
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Any type as long as they aren't inappropriate.
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Here's a poem of my life
Title: The Rainbow
By: Lightine306
Someday
I'll roam the world
On a destination
On a goal
My energy
Finally set free
I cannot wait
For the rainbow
Adventures
Exploring a place
Spreading
Across the globe
Oh man
Don't forget the wonders
Of drawing
There's so much more
I cannot wait
For the rainbow
I cannot wait
No I cannot waaaaaait
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For the rainbow
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*claps*
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Thank you!
Do you have a poem? -
I can try I suck at poems though:
"Dogsbuddy"
Doesn't understand most things about herself
Obviously needs to be happy more often
Greedy? nope.
Shares all the time
Buddy is her dog's name
U are both nice and mean
Does help around the house
Do and don't list in head
Yorkie her dog is a Yorkie -
Yeah, I can't write good poems.
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Today the teacher farted,
It was an awful smell.
It was just like a rotting egg,
Straight from the depths of Hell!
She tried to keep it secret,
By sitting in a group.
But it was really obvious,
When she said, "Who did that poop?"
She screwed her bright, red face up,
And blamed it all on Claire.
But later when I needed help,
The stench was round her chair!
She avoided my eye contact,
And ticked my work in green.
But she knew that her body smells,
Were foul and quite obscene.
I asked her what that smell was,
She said she'd not a clue.
I hope to God that eggy smell,
Was fart and not a poo!
Today the teacher farted,
My word, what had she ate?
I'll always remember what she did,
And now I'm thirty eight!
Credit to:Familyfriendlypoems.com -
Lol. >u
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lol girl almighty.
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And Here We Go Again
Laying in the snow,
Against the cold, hard wall.
The heavens know
We're human after all.
The future holds
Only a small sigh.
The wind blows,
There is no need to cry.
Laying in the day,
Wondering why
We cannot stay,
And why we must die.
Laying in the night,
Wondering how
It will be bright.
The time is now.
Laying in the sand,
Under the hot sun,
With no demand.
It's almost begun.
Laying in the grass,
Under the cold moon,
You won't be last.
Your time is soon.
Laying in the wet,
Imagine the knife.
But do not fret,
You still have your life.
Laying in the dirt,
You'd better stay hidden
And be alert,
Or they'll say 'good riddance'.
Your life will end,
Like all lives will.
You can't defend,
Driving them to kill.
And as they come to you,
Have no doubt.
They'll all die too,
And that's what life's all about. -
Come on, I'm getting no feedback here! :/
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All right, leavin' it, no one cares about my AMAZING poem. Everyone else is like "look at this poem I made!" But me? IGNORED! Like some mother f---in' LOSER~~! OH DAYUM! All right I'm done.
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