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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 6:58 pm
Ok this is, post your poems, critique others or get new ideas, (no copying though, we all have pride).
So go ahead post away!!
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 6:59 pm
In the Future..
In the future what is it like??
Are there really flying cars
Public space ships to mars
An amusement park on the moon??
Or is it a wasteland
From all this destruction already occurring??
Does another atomic bomb go off??
Or do primates really take over our homes
Force us to be slaves
as we made the average black person in 1790’s??
Will people study and learn what really happen
to King Tutankhamen??
How come none of these questions can be answered?
Wasn’t the human race supposed to be almighty??
We’re “perfect” are we not??
We can make our own decisions,
We all know right from wrong!
We’re Almighty, aren’t we?
No, we aren’t.
It’s sad to say
That maybe another atomic bomb
Of far more magnitude
Might wipe out a whole civilization.
But ain’t that the truth?
We all might want to believe that we are
perfect
That we can make the right
decisions
That we can really decide what was
Right
And what was
Wrong,
Boy where we wrong.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 4:57 pm
“You like Ninja’s,
I like Pirates,
But we can still
Be friends.”
I had said,
Over instant messaging.
When there was to much red on your screen,
To much blue on mine,
And all that orange in between.
It is fun just to
Read all those random comments
And laugh.
Although you couldn’t
Hear me then,
You always could tell
I was laughing to hard
To type anything back.
My “special” typing
Made it only
Better!
If any teacher
Scolded me for
That,
I would never change.
When you brooded
I poked your sides,
Your no fun when sad!
Now when I fall
Asleep at my compter
You poke me in the sides
And ask
“Are you alive?”
“No, I’m deaded!”
I would respond.
Over the phone
We yell about the Patriots going
To the Superbowl,
Posers who think
They know everything,
Crazy, stupid, boring, and fun
Teachers.
Our family members
Who we love & hate,
Want to strangle & hug
But now,
Here in Pre-Al,
A class I have
Take three time,
Writing you something,
New.
No, not something for
The RP,
Or a long letter
Just for giggles.
But a Poem,
For Strawberry,
To you.~Thanks for Reading,
~Gabrielle~
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