ninja Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 Think of a bee You are its knees Can I come round tuesday please? love won, soul lost, my head feels like it weighs a tonne, time to pack up, i feel crossed. love lost, soul won, now i've been freed of the cost. time to get dressed, have some fun. yayyyy, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
static shadows Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 There was a badger called fred, Who had a rather large head. He jumped in a hole Where he met a fine mole, Who said "you've sat on my wife, she's quite dead." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 There was a badger called fred, Who had a rather large head. He jumped in a hole Where he met a fine mole, Who said "you've sat on my wife, she's quite dead." Aw dude, you didn't write that! It's awesome! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
static shadows Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 Aw dude, you didn't write that! It's awesome! Well I am doing my English Literature MA at Cardiff at the moment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 Well I am doing my English Literature MA at Cardiff at the moment. This proves it's all worth it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MuseAddict101 Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 And the clock tolls nine. I tap my foot against the hard wood floor. Utterly stuck and utterly alone. The sound of the ticking reverberates against the walls. It echoes until it is one loud note in my ears. But then it becomes an undertone and I sit there. Utterly stuck and utterly alone. Looking down upon the blank sheet, I realize I will always be stuck. The story is going nowhere. Getting up to leave, the clock tolls ten. I walk out the room, leaving the paper all alone with the lonesome ticking. Haha, I think we can rule poetry out of my future. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 And the clock tolls nine. I tap my foot against the hard wood floor. Utterly stuck and utterly alone. The sound of the ticking reverberates against the walls. It echoes until it is one loud note in my ears. But then it becomes an undertone and I sit there. Utterly stuck and utterly alone. Looking down upon the blank sheet, I realize I will always be stuck. The story is going nowhere. Getting up to leave, the clock tolls ten. I walk out the room, leaving the paper all alone with the lonesome ticking. Haha, I think we can rule poetry out of my future. Hehe, its kinda just prose with liberal use of the enter key. Nice vocab, just not much of a poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
static shadows Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 There once was a man quite unsavory, who kept his vicar in slavery. With lecherous howls, he'd bugger young owls, that he kept in an underground avery. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rage Kitty Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 There once was a man quite unsavory, who kept his vicar in slavery. With lecherous howls, he'd bugger young owls, that he kept in an underground avery. Hehehe Like that a lot Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caliandra Posted November 3, 2008 Share Posted November 3, 2008 Why not, I'll give it a shot.. There was once a woman named Jannie who liked to whip young men's fannies she smacked them a lot and when it was hot she'd wave her fan at their mannies.. I'm sending that one to Shelby of Sound and Fury. They like dirty limericks lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ninja Posted November 4, 2008 Share Posted November 4, 2008 it's so sunny, life, isn't funny, want to kick a wall, punch someone in the balls. oh what a shit, is life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trvrphlps Posted November 4, 2008 Share Posted November 4, 2008 omnomnom black keys came on humtumtum their bluesiness makes me cum Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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MuseAddict101 Posted November 4, 2008 Share Posted November 4, 2008 Hehe, its kinda just prose with liberal use of the enter key. Nice vocab, just not much of a poem. Haha! Like I said, I think we can rule poetry out of my future.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Born Lee Posted November 7, 2008 Share Posted November 7, 2008 Idealizations seem obscene, Now that I have heard your truth. Like cutting open a brand new tree, To find out it has many rings. What I wanted for the tree, Is wrong and not quite right for me. Or buying a puppy for Christmas time, And you get tired of walking it. The puppy needs a lot of work, You love the puppy very much. When O so perfect something seems, On top of all life's problems teems. But mine is no hound or elder yew. Alas, my little problem's you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lensip max Posted November 16, 2008 Share Posted November 16, 2008 Love and me, we just don't mix And trust is away without leave And Life is the guy who creeps up behind you, Just when you think that you're free Haha I don't have a poetic bone in my body. But that's me in a nutshell Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caff Posted November 19, 2008 Share Posted November 19, 2008 I rattled this off in my little notebook in about five minutes earlier. It's the first time I've written something like this in ages but as usual I ignore most poetic conventions Remember, remember When we were young Oh remember we’d play beneath The setting sun And I’d warn against All those risks you took Until you fell as you Skipped into the brook Won’t you walk with me again? Walk with me, take back Those days Walk with me again and Tell me that you’re still safe. Just walk with me again. Oh come away, come Away from there HE isn’t the one who Truly cares So close to the edge I could see you were scared The wind carried that sigh Your final breath Won’t you walk with me again? Can’t we share all the secrets We used to share. Walk with me again It’s so cold now you’re gone And it’s me, I’m scared. Those autumn leaves Lie undisturbed as I Drag my boots beneath my skirts So many golds and browns, the red I’ll save as it is Swept by the breeze To a watery grave Come back to me again. I’m standing on the edge Save me from this fate A chasm that bears my name Come back and Walk with me again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted November 19, 2008 Share Posted November 19, 2008 I rattled this off in my little notebook in about five minutes earlier. It's the first time I've written something like this in ages but as usual I ignore most poetic conventions Remember, remember When we were young Oh remember we’d play beneath The setting sun And I’d warn against All those risks you took Until you fell as you Skipped into the brook Won’t you walk with me again? Walk with me, take back Those days Walk with me again and Tell me that you’re still safe. Just walk with me again. Oh come away, come Away from there HE isn’t the one who Truly cares So close to the edge I could see you were scared The wind carried that sigh Your final breath Won’t you walk with me again? Can’t we share all the secrets We used to share. Walk with me again It’s so cold now you’re gone And it’s me, I’m scared. Those autumn leaves Lie undisturbed as I Drag my boots beneath my skirts So many golds and browns, the red I’ll save as it is Swept by the breeze To a watery grave Come back to me again. I’m standing on the edge Save me from this fate A chasm that bears my name Come back and Walk with me again. Ahh that is really sweet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caff Posted November 19, 2008 Share Posted November 19, 2008 Ahh that is really sweet. Thanks, it's not really based on anything that happened to me. I just like telling stories. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WutDaFucksy Posted November 19, 2008 Share Posted November 19, 2008 Oh the good old Muse board Always controversial And it's better than TV As there's no commercials Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted November 19, 2008 Share Posted November 19, 2008 You let go and I'll let go, Did you hear? loosen your grip. You are not aware, I know, if you release me I will slip. Let me fall now, and I'll let you fall. Really short, but feeling emotional today, this place is like therapy! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popelady Posted November 20, 2008 Share Posted November 20, 2008 My elbow is pretty My elbow is cool My elbow got hurt when I fell in the pool. My elbow is awesome My elbow is fun My elbow got burned in the hot, hot sun. (Please try to remember this was just off the top of my head. Yes, I know it's genius.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ninja Posted November 20, 2008 Share Posted November 20, 2008 time spent, well wasted, in your arms, they're my haven. you're gone, disappeared, only the memories, can i feel. please return, i miss you I'll never learn to let go. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lensip max Posted November 20, 2008 Share Posted November 20, 2008 Sometimes, Standing in the sunlight Is all you can do And crossing your heart Placing your hands on each shoulder And breathing deep Is the only way to keep the world turning Hold on for tomorrow, honey And the sun will slip back into your soul -- I promise -- Gurh. I need to stop procrastinating. What a Freudian, (and ludicrously vainglorious) slip I make when I write down the first thing in my brain. Ah well. All's fair on uh, the Museboard... (i.e. I'm slightly psycho and a bit worried about a friend of mine and yeah) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest QueenOfNerds Posted November 20, 2008 Share Posted November 20, 2008 Sometimes, Standing in the sunlight Is all you can do And crossing your heart Placing your hands on each shoulder And breathing deep Is the only way to keep the world turning Hold on for tomorrow, honey And the sun will slip back into your soul -- I promise -- Gurh. I need to stop procrastinating. What a Freudian, (and ludicrously vainglorious) slip I make when I write down the first thing in my brain. Ah well. All's fair on uh, the Museboard... (i.e. I'm slightly psycho and a bit worried about a friend of mine and yeah) This actually brought a little tear to my eye:$ Really nice sentiment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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