write a poem (at least 4 lines) and best touch will get 5 props!

its my last poem...Calls(My Life)
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i live under the ground.no water?!

its my life

i live underground water,yes there is a water.but there isnt air?!

its my life

i live up on the sky,yes there is air.but there arent dreams?!

its my life

i live under the bed(strange?!) to feel the dreams,but they just a nightmares?!
what?!
why?!
where?!
no answer?!

its my life

i feel soo cold.no hot?!

its my life

i live close to the hell for the Warmth,but its burning me.so i ask "no cold"?

its my life

run,run,run..but where?
idk
its my life

scream,scream,scream..but why?
idk
its my life

search,search,search..but for what?
for some1 help?
maybe yes maybe no!
even i need a help,but all of the ppl need my help too.
so the answer is yes/no,why?

its my life

do i hate?
do i love?
but who do i hate,who do i love?

its my life

do i hate my life?
yes?
yes
but why?
cz i cant tình yêu it

its my life

keeps searchin for something lost,but i dont know what it is..or where i can find it
i give up i cant find it

its my life

live in the paradise.yes i do..but its as hell
why?
cz there arent ppl in it

its my life

it is the end?
but the end for what?
its the end for my life?
yes it is
now i think i know what i was searchin for

I am horny
I am cool
I like hot guys
they make me drool

This is my birthday
Yippy yippy yey
I got a new car
and it is grey (no really... It is red)

Everybody loves me
I am the best
I don't like losers
They make me depressed

This is my poem
I worked really hard
If bạn don't like it
You're a big, fat retard

(I write stories out of poems, so this is really long ^^;)

There was a young girl
Her future was bright
She was quiet and shy
but got everything right
Always the first to raise her hand,
Never the last to leave
Her parents knew they had
a prodigy on the lead.

She was quiet and modest,
and she didn't seem to have friends,
and she'd ask to stay inside and read
Instead of following to the playground's ends.
Surely but slowly,
Daily and nightly,
this girl would always dream.
Not of only being successful, but
Making it on the silver screen.

The last day, she was allowed to perform,
her hands began to shake
her shyness tried to choke her,
but she didn't let it let her tim, trái tim break.
The song was long, the phrases strong,
No matter the quick, uneven pauses,
Because everyone's eyes were now on her
And she wasn't about to give her losses.

That last day, and her first performance,
No one đã đưa ý kiến a word.
It was expected, for this girl
wasn't necessarily down-to-earth.
But as she walked down the concrete
To the yellow escape to home,
She heard someone behind her
and suddenly faced a friendly stranger.

"Hey, girl in the tie-dye!
bạn finally turned around?
I saw the performance; I didn't think
bạn had that kind of sound!"

The stranger laughed, and that person saw
the sparkle in the girl's eyes.
She patted her back and walked away
as teh girl's shyness started to die.
She stepped onto the tall, dark stairs to the bus,
and was greeted bởi many whispers.
"It's that girl who sang in the Talent Show,
that girl in the tie-dyed shirt!"

She smiled brightly, on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the world,
and bounced into her ghế, chỗ ngồi happily.
Her best friend saw her face and grinned.
"What's got bạn so peppy?"
The girl smiled even brighter,
and she happily replied,
"I'm the girl in the tie-dyed shirt
and I'm really loving life!"

I wrote this a năm ago, enjoy.


Beaming over my shoulders
I felt a tender breeze,
As I pace along the beach,
Thunders started to rumble,
As delicated as it seems,
It was magnificent and fearless.

Unexpectedly,
A splendor dream filled my tears,
There I was,
Trembling across the mansion.
Unbelivable,
I conceived them in Colors.
Messing with my mind,
As I tried to define the definition.
Desprate as I tried to palpate it,
I felt a pressure....

Deep down I fell,
I came to conscious that I was drifting from the scene,
As horrifying as it sounds,
A lightning cracked through my thoughts,
There I as,
Eavesdropping over a gorgeous scenery.


Okay I know this sounds kinda weird but I wrote this based on a painting. Oh and i wrote that whe I was eleven.

The eyes of the innocent
Stare into your face
As bạn watch them go
And vanish without a trace

The howl of the wolf
Is so clear through the rain
And if bạn listen closely
To his howl, there is pain

The weeping of a girl
Who holds her brother's head
Is one of my many images
Of the mourning for the dead

And alone I sit here..
And in my fist, a blood-thirsty knife
While thinking of the few things
That strangely form what is life.

Why are poems so emo?
Why are poems so sad?
All these depressing poems going around...
They just make me mad.

Mr. Poe was awesome,
Ms. Lockhart was pretty good,
But with all of these crappy poems going around,
Gô tích horror these days is misunderstood.

So please learn how to write better,
And make happy poems as well,
We don't care about bloody love,
But we want these poems to go to hell.

This sounds fun! :)
I wrote this SONNET a few months cách đây for our Shakespeare subject.
It was kind of inspired bởi Katniss Everdeen from the Hunger Games.

I am a bird, free from hurt, free from strife
Free to fly to the skies, escape the world
I am able to live a fearless life
I can see the crowds below as I soared
I am free to go wherever I wish
No restraints can tie me down, not one leash
I make no sound as I glide through the air
When I sing my song, bạn know I am there
I am as majestic as a lion
Always with my flock, rare am I alone
I twitter, chirp, on a branch on a tree
I hunt for what I need, as bạn may see
When I land on your window, do not mope
I am the symbol of freedom, of hope.

:)

In the dark I die
Scared and alone
Keeping me in the dark
No one ever sees
That who they see
Is not the real me
So scared and alone
I die till I see
bạn come as the son of night
So I wait in my dark despair.
Can anyone save me
Does any body know
that I am dieing
and I am alone?
Save me
from what I have become
alone and broken
the life of me is draining
I have nothing
to live for
but I know that
I am holding on for bạn
I am holding on for that
I am dieing
please come save me
from my dark despair

ill try but im not that good.

What could I do? Was it a dream hoặc an endless nightmere? Yet no one could make this choice but me. I was trapped in darkness, trying to find light... WAKE UP. No it was a nightmare. They come when bạn least expect it. Try and dream it, it still continues. Try and scream it, bạn go back to giường and it still continues. It must die. It must.

All the years that pass us,
bạn dont know.
bạn never made a fuss,
especially when i told you;
bạn are in tình yêu with me,
and im in tình yêu with bạn too.

bạn tình yêu me, bạn hate me.
bạn want me, bạn lose me.
bạn need me, bạn can't hear me.

On one side of the road bạn see me
but bạn can't feel me.

bạn are here but I'm not there.
bạn may tình yêu me, but who cares.

I'm just telling you
Please, GO AWAY!

Wrote this not long ago... It's based off of one of my yêu thích trance songs...

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Residual Light

I knew this ngày would come sooner than I hoped
But I have no need to sob hoặc gloat
With glittering wings stretched far out behind me
I feel caring, beautiful, soaring, and free
I know that each of bạn will start to cry
As I look down while I begin to fly
Mom, Dad, Brother, and Sis.
Each of bạn I'm going to miss
But inside of me, I feel something bright
My tim, trái tim has filled with residual light.

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I SIT THERE starind at a wall

just waiting waiting for u to call

never gonna happen not at all

the phone rings and im boucing off the wall

is it bạn no my mother

"u gave me a fright"

oh he called đã đưa ý kiến to call him back

i die inside and wake up to find me in him arms he kisses me slightly on the cheek then then of couse then












we break into song

OK, I can't think of anything good right now, so I'm going to do something...weird:

I was walking down the street
Something steps in front
It's a dinosaur
'Hello' he says
I am suprised
for he is dressed quite snazzily
I run away
I can not deal with snazzy Khủng long right now
Goodbye

Stars By: Maddy64
If bạn look up at the Night sky bạn will see stars
They light up the sky as children fall fast-asleep
night light for all the fairies
Stars will always be the night sky

Here ya go:

We could be perfect one last night

And die like ngôi sao crossed những người đang yêu when we fight

And we can settle this affair

If bạn would shed your yellow, take my hand

And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity....

I can't make poems so well

what is tình yêu
to me it just a lie
it comes an goes
like winter an spring
u đã đưa ý kiến u would be there 4 me but it was a lie
nothing thêm 2 say but u left me with a broken heart

I wrote this for school last year.

Your imagination is what appeals to you,
bạn can say the sky is green because bạn know that it is blue,
This is like a world where there is no such thing as time,
And every creature is there just to change your state of mind.

Your imagination is exactly what bạn make it,
And the best thing that bạn know is that no one else can take it,
When bạn drift away to a whole new world bạn will fall,
And once all others understand bạn they will surely be in awe...
It's a really simple poem but I think I might add thêm onto it eventually. Hope bạn liked it! :)

A horrible poem but all I can think of at the moment :D

I walk into the woods,
all cut up and dirty,
and a rhyme to that line,
I can't think of a wordy.

My tim, trái tim beating fast,
with Severus dead,
I think theres a Wrackspurt
stuck in my head.

I see a man,
hooded, and cloaked.
He looks alot
like an artichoke.

He raises his wand,
he wants me to die.
I think there's dirt
in my right eye.

He shouts a curse,
and I fall back.
Suddenly everything is black.

its not very good but here u go
why dont bạn notice me
always talking about her
that one special girl
the only one can see
blinded to the world
all because of her
when insted it couldve been me

last night i became a cá in the sea.i swam deep,and my body rippled and quivered and the long barbs around my tiny mouth trailed and tickled.
Above me was the moon,huge and white.Below,the shells of oysters,half open,breathing.And inside them,tiny and shining,there were pearls,in which i saw the glimmer of my reflection.
Deep in the waters,beauty is made from pain.This is something gods should study.



I dont know when i first touched water.
Billions of years ago.
It was hot and burning,a child in a fever,and all at once there was this other,this wetness,a cool hand on my forehead.
Possibly I'm not much of a god,because it was Rain that brought life,dragging it in the clouds.Plants grew,oceans swelled.Creatures swarmed on the Earth and crawled.
Before it came there was no life.
And no death.