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 Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 9:12 pm
Play a game of tag with me.
Just one poem is all I ask.
Take a guess and make this quest
and finish up this task.
You can post more or you can post none, but in the end, all have fun.
Someone writes a poem and leaves a topic. Someone replies with a poem to fit the topic.
Morte
The plague spread like water
through the crowded streets
suffocating every voice
and making all man weak
The candles lost their flutter
and the sun lost it's shine
while the water lost more flavor
and all man lost more time
The body's lost their skins
and the rats lost their fleas
and while the plague ran rampant
all nobles got disease.
::Love::
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 7:17 pm
when you write you do rhyme, but it does not sound like your forceing words. this is a good thing. also the poem its self was nicely done, sad, but good.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 3:01 pm
A sick love : Prostitute
I am a man of circumstance
who can’t resist his final dance
and I have to wonder, can’t turn down
the city’s whore, the Tripsy clown
I have to experience the worst
and the best that comes with it
even though the drink is warm
and food just taste like s**t
I have wonder why she does it
every night of every day
why she brings men home for supper
and for a buck: the real quick lay
Why does she spread her legs
why does she sob to sleep
why does she spend her money
on her self and her upkeep
why can’t she just head home
why can’t she just let go
why does she only deal in
the only thing she’s only known
why can’t she change her profession
is it a curse or her obsession
does she enjoy the tangy feel
of a love that can’t be real
or does she relish the danger
of sleeping with a stranger
for a ten or a hundred
I haven’t even started
down her list that she lives for
she doesn’t have to be the city’s whore
she could change
but she can’t
she’s not a kid of circumstance
she doesn’t live life for the day
she doesn’t wish or stop and pray
she’s lost all hopes of living
of the love and the forgiving
she can’t just shut it out
because that’s not what she’s about
may she enjoys life on the streets
and the deals made in her sheets
maybe they can’t hope to save her
maybe she’s the sheriff’s daughter
if this is the way she lives it down
by sleeping with half the town
then let her and just give up
because of her, I’ve had enough,
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