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Why won't you talk to me,

I know I'm not pretty.

Your world is real slimline,

sublime, it's a pitty.

You know I see beauty,

where ever I go.

It follows me swallows me,

body and soul.

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Ok double post I don't care:p

*bumps*

 

A spider in the bird cage,

and you can't let me go.

forgotten what I am.

You fear me so you keep me

deluded, soft and friendly.

chained incase I fight back,

caged incase I bite back.

 

not really a poem, but hey i guess that is what is nice about this thread.

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The first to walk upon the snow,

roll from heel to toe and crack,

skid and run, lie on my back.

 

Cold and clear upon the hill,

diamond spikes of sparkling fire,

I stop to look and never tire.

 

The window's small, my time is short.

I ask myself when will I settle,

I walk the hill through bush and nettle.

 

Home before the early risers,

few aware of where I go,

to trample untouched morning snow.

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My skin is cold and golden

I don't wanna die beholden

To some cosmic force of olden

Days who wants for me to change my ways

 

But as I sit here freezin'

My muscles beginning to seize, an'

All I wanna do is believe in

Some place warmer than this.

 

:stunned:

 

Sorry about that. It's 3am and I'm cold and insomniac.

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I saw you by the river, running, playing,

you hid your face but I still felt you.

I was lost and didn't hear,

and wouldn't without your permission.

I wouldn't breath your air if you asked me,

never look at your beautiful face again.

You can take the place I keep in my heart for you,

it's yours to destroy.

 

 

Uggh too tired to rhyme today, or write good poetry by the looks of it:LOL:

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sorry it's cringe worthy (& I can't rhyme either). :)

 

 

The house once smelled of stale cigarettes and apathy,

Perfect smoke rings that burnt her eyes,

Insolent laughter that carried down the creaking hallways,

Became reckless words and slurred bedtime stories.

 

Overbearing once and absent next,

They never saw what was coming,

A trusted voice became an enemies purr,

And couches sticky sweet in the summer sun.

 

Now the house is just like her,

Put together on the outside,

Dusty baseboards and crumbs in velvet cushions,

And rumpled dirty laundry to be aired.

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sorry it's cringe worthy (& I can't rhyme either). :)

 

 

The house once smelled of stale cigarettes and apathy,

Perfect smoke rings that burnt her eyes,

Insolent laughter that carried down the creaking hallways,

Became reckless words and slurred bedtime stories.

 

Overbearing once and absent next,

They never saw what was coming,

A trusted voice became an enemies purr,

And couches sticky sweet in the summer sun.

 

Now the house is just like her,

Put together on the outside,

Dusty baseboards and crumbs in velvet cushions,

And rumpled dirty laundry to be aired.

 

I like it, great imagery.

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Argh, argh, uh, uh

Fred missile launch failure

You landed like an omlette

that had no soul

 

Why must we bathe

in this glorious moonlight

when our mothballs have been squandered

tossed aside and belittled

 

And now we are surrounded

by the hairy little twats

quick gather up your clothes

lest they be forever gone

 

Bollocks, it's too late

This is the last time

That I leave the house

without pest control

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sorry it's cringe worthy (& I can't rhyme either). :)

 

 

The house once smelled of stale cigarettes and apathy,

Perfect smoke rings that burnt her eyes,

Insolent laughter that carried down the creaking hallways,

Became reckless words and slurred bedtime stories.

 

Overbearing once and absent next,

They never saw what was coming,

A trusted voice became an enemies purr,

And couches sticky sweet in the summer sun.

 

Now the house is just like her,

Put together on the outside,

Dusty baseboards and crumbs in velvet cushions,

And rumpled dirty laundry to be aired.

 

i could really see that :(

but i think it's written well

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My new poem:

 

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy,

When skies are gray,

You'll never notice,

How much I love you,

So please keep the clouds away,

Because they block the sunshine,

That i love! :happy:

 

im pretty sure thats a song

a song that you did not make up

:shifty:

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ONE TIME I WROTE AN AWESOME HAIKU!

but i gave it to my teacher and he lost it :mad::mad::mad:

so i wrote a different one about a picture

 

Sadness flows into the wind

Carried by the melencholy cries

Stiff with fear it lies alone

This is where the young sheep dies

 

it was a depressing picture:(

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My new poem:

 

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy,

When skies are gray,

You'll never notice,

How much I love you,

So please keep the clouds away,

Because they block the sunshine,

That i love! :happy:

 

*wipes tear* You're an amazing poet.

 

ONE TIME I WROTE AN AWESOME HAIKU!

but i gave it to my teacher and he lost it :mad::mad::mad:

so i wrote a different one about a picture

 

Sadness flows into the wind

Carried by the melencholy cries

Stiff with fear it lies alone

This is where the young sheep dies

 

it was a depressing picture:(

 

Haikus are only three lines long...

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My new poem:

 

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy,

When skies are gray,

You'll never notice,

How much I love you,

So please keep the clouds away,

Because they block the sunshine,

That i love! :happy:

 

I think 'you'll never notice' would sound better as 'you'll never know dear'

Just a tip honeybun. great poem, so original <3

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Trouble.

 

A car crash and a flood and a broken stereo

A shifter and a priest and a bucket full of wine

Cannonballs and billiard balls and lots of pretty girls

A drifter and a cynic and a boy with baggy clothes

A monster and a dragon and hydrochoric acid

Trademarks and Primarks and a couple asbos

A hammer and a mirror, a pistol and a mink

The devil holds a cradle, about to take a drink.

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