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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 12:12 pm
Father said "hehe, I'll fix her." Threw mother in a concrete mixer. She whirled about and called "Come Hither!" Looked like fun, so he jumped in with her! Then in to join the dixxy dance, Jumped auntie Bee and Uncle Ants Then in jumped my sister Lena And Cuckling Chuck her pet Hyena I jumped on in and got all scrambly What a crazy mixed up family!
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 2:36 pm
Blessed Blade Father said "hehe, I'll fix her." Threw mother in a concrete mixer. She whirled about and called "Come Hither!" Looked like fun, so he jumped in with her! Then in to join the dixxy dance, Jumped auntie Bee and Uncle Ants Then in jumped my sister Lena And Cuckling Chuck her pet Hyena I jumped on in and got all scrambly What a crazy mixed up family! haha! did you write that? how funny, i love it! i write a lot of poetry too, i'll post it in a sec.....
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 2:46 pm
here i go:
i had a little kitty cat his name wasmr. hair but when i was out playing tag he ran and hid. but where?
i looked inside the cabinets to see if he was hiding i looked out in the stables to see if he was riding
but now, he was not anywhere that i had ever checked a tiny tear ran down my cheek my entire life was wrecked!
i felt so angry, sad, and mad i screamed "oh, woe is me!" he wasnt in the corner and he wasnt in the tree
oh, wheres my little kitty? wheres my kitty cat? i'd probably just get a new one guess thats the end of that.
but when i saw that trail of fur boy did i have a scare! because there, curled up with some tiny kittens.....
was mr, now mrs. hair!!!
its been in contests and even published. i wrote it when i was in 3rd grade, so suggestions are needed, so dont be afraid to speak up! and comment, please, tell me if you liked it. i like to know what others think of my writing.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 2:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 5:42 pm
Awwwwwww!!! That's such a cute poem heart
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 11:12 pm
This one's a bit rude. My Grandfather taught it to me. Beware, there's some swearing, but I'll asterix it out.
If I were a blackbird I'd sit on the grass My Wings neatly folded, my beak up my a** And from this position I seldom would flit For who could say 'Cukoo' with a beakful of s**t?
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 3:40 pm
here's another one:
Candle
a candle flame, a marvolous thing so bright and burning tall the prettiest thing i've ever seen a light thats free to all
it tells about the world today the way the earth turns round each one of us a candle flame thats slowly burning down
and when its time to blow it out the light, it flickers so, begging to be kept right here burning, burning. BLOW!
now the room is dark and deep without the precious light still suffering from that horrid loss of candle flame tonight
so think about the loved ones past and now its time to learn to cherish your time, make your own flame go high before you start to burn.
i wrote that one recently for my sister's bat mitsvah. hope you like it. biggrin
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 3:49 pm
I heart your poems! I can't write rhyme poems myself. sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 1:38 pm
CpainsorVio7 I heart your poems! I can't write rhyme poems myself. sweatdrop thanks! its ok, its still poetry even if it doesnt rhyme. i like your poems a lot myself.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 6:15 pm
i've written some nonrhyming poems too. this is about my grandpa:
i remember the wheelchair bed i remember hearing the breathing machine Tasting treats at parties Touching the scratchy blue afgan feeling he would live forever.
I remember feeling curious wondering what happened where he was. still touching the blue afgan tasting the tears
still hearing my papa try to talk still seeing him touch the board telling us how he feels.
I was just three when he died. they think i didnt remember him they think i didnt understand.
I see my papa no more.
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That one makes me cry! crying my grandpa had ALS. its a fatal disease that attacks your muscles. first your arms, then legs, then you cant talk, then you cant breathe on your own, then it shuts down your brain and heart. comment on the poetry, please, not the situation it was based on.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 6:51 pm
drama_tiki439 i remember the wheelchair bed i remember hearing the breathing machine crying ......... I remember the ventalator..... but I live with the wheelchair, take care of the wheelchair, feed, cloth, water, wash, empty the legbag, scratch the face or the wheelchair everyday. My brother is a quad....
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2004 5:55 pm
Our Dark Fate
Please come out of your trance And take a glance out the window
Take a look at Our sick and sad little world Watch, as we all are doomed to our shackles
Come take a look out the window. It only last but a short while Till all your pain and suffering is ended.
So come!! Come take a look Watch, as we all are lost in the dark mindless abyss
So come, come outside And march with us March with us to our dark cruel fate
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 4:17 pm
Hatebreed809 Our Dark FatePlease come out of your trance And take a glance out the window Take a look at Our sick and sad little world Watch, as we all are doomed to our shackles Come take a look out the window. It only last but a short while Till all your pain and suffering is ended. So come!! Come take a look Watch, as we all are lost in the dark mindless abyss So come, come outside And march with us March with us to our dark cruel fate wow. so true. you new here? havn't seen you before. or it could just be me, i guess.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2004 6:21 am
surprised heart You are like Dr. Seuss.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2004 1:19 pm
always trying harder, never getting far, the pressure to do better, to be someone that you arent, escape this crushing pressure, bleed yourself away, so maybe, just maybe, they will morn you on that day.
meh... i wrote that one for my friend.... i have some more... but i dunna think they be good enough... crying
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