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I Like To Write Silly Poems

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    Fred The Bread.

    There was a young baker named Fred, Who talked about croissants in bed. His wife, who grew bored, Went out, down the road. After punching Fred in the head.
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M 1 Response Jul 19, 2012

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    Chopper Arth.

    There was a man named Arth, Who cut down trees for a laugh. He chiselled wood, To make it look good. Then poor Arth was chopped in half!
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 24, 2012

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    Wind In My Willows.

    There is a rich soup which is near, That tastes great with a pint of beer. There is a cheese I taste, Which is too good to waste. The result is wind, keep clear!
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 20, 2012

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    Drink Like Sandy.

    There was a girl like our Sandy, Who drank too much lemon shandy.   When she was senseless and drunk,   She smelled like a dirty skunk. So she stopped, which made her randy.
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 17, 2012

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    Jones The Grin.

    Jones was a jolly man, Who lived in a small caravan. Jones had a grinning smile, Teeth dazzled for about a mile. Jones had a booming laugh, He roared, be beamed: never did things by half. Jones went to the big zoo, To see large monkeys on the loo. The vision went to his head...
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M 1 Response Aug 12, 2012

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    Ouch!

    There was a grumpy man named Pete, Who always moaned about his sore feet. He trudged too far, Never by car ,Cos of the sharp springs in its seat.
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 21, 2012

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    Dapper Dan.

    There was a boastful man named Dan, Such a dapper, well-dressed young man.    When Dan lost his cash,    He dressed not so flash. And in rags, he was known as second hand Stan!
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Aug 1, 2012

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    Dr Jekyll.

    A daring Young Fellow named Hyde, Declared he would go for a glide. He flew by the Dee, And far out to sea, When alas, his personality did divide.
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 11, 2012

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    Twp Ivor.

    There was a man named Twp Ivor, Who`d do anything for a fiver.    His mates gave him a bet,    A lioness should he get. He obeyed, and now he`s inside her.
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 26, 2012

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    One Too Many.

    There was a young woman named Jill, Who lived her life through a blue pill. When she went to sleep, There were no sweet sheep, ,Til she lay beneath the green hill.
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 15, 2012

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    Welsh Lucy.

    There was a girl called Welsh Lucy, Who liked to eat fresh fruit, sweet and juicy.   She eat three peaches, a plum,   That did things to her tum. Which made her bowels move often and loosely.
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 26, 2012

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    Rock Star

    There was a rock star named Dan Man Who shook his hair, when in Japan He liked to be hip, So he curled his lip, Which made him dribble when he sang.
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 12, 2012

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    Real Ales.

    There was a man from Wales Who liked to drink Real Ales. He,d drink all day Long, So at night sing a Sweet Song... At weekends he loved to Paint His pictures would make You Faint. He said t,was Experimental Art Smelly pictures And a really Loud Fart... Alas, One Saturday...
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 8, 2012

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    Short!

    *ahem* The crimson midget rides again And dances like a Cornish hen While the waffles wale with glee In hopes that they will marry me The End.
    PanicStricken PanicStricken 26-30, F 3 Responses Jan 27, 2012

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    Slick Rick.

    There was a jolly fellow named Slick Rick, Who joked about his wobbly stick. When his stick broke, Rick told no joke. In fact, he got on everyone`s wick!
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Aug 1, 2012

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    The Fisherman.

    The fisherman was happy, he`d caught not one fish, He didn`t want a tasty cod on his clean dish. His suffering wife was not so keen, Two peas and a boiled potatao, looked quite lean. The fisherman he drank some stout, Before his angry wife flung him out.
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 24, 2012

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    The Man From Crewe.

    There was a man From Crewe Who was always stuck In a Queue. While in a queue He would Think: What should he Eat or Drink..? At home he was Alone His mind, no more Did Roam He took a gulp of Ink, Which he spat directly in The Sink The taste, it was All Wrong: Very bitter and...
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Jul 8, 2012

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    There once was a woman that

    so loathed her spouse She hated to be with him, all alone in the house They sat watching coins, which bored her to tears Because he had ranted about them for years But his stupor was near, he couldn't keep pace In just a few minutes, she'd put a pillow on his face
    birdie39 birdie39 41-45, F 8 Responses Jan 22

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    Truncheoned Wilf.

    There was an old man named Wilf, Who liked to date hot, gorgeous MILFS. Wilf used his yard, To get his truncheon hard. "Be prepared," was the motto of old Wilf.
    Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Aug 2, 2012

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    Deep poem 👎 I got my mind full of dark scars in my head I lay straight up to the ground my mind I try to be the straight up as I go on in this mess up Life. Every nights full...
    lovemariefrance lovemariefrance 13-15, F 6 days ago

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    Laying in the dust is a peddle from a flower whiling away, wondering about it's very last day feeling like everything's walking away, till no one remembers who stood up high and...
    Autumnflowers Autumnflowers 18-21, F Aug 16

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    Deceitful dreams and a vengeful wrath, A life that caters to the whims of such ills, Shall travel always on a twisted path, With misery for a mate, lacking much else.
    pretender2687 pretender2687 26-30, M Jul 30

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    :) <3
    moonii moonii 18-21, F Aug 4

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    "They told me not to count my pride among casualties, because maybe faith means never keeping score" - My Darling Sara by Shane Koyzcan
    ItsAlexYay ItsAlexYay 13-15, M Aug 15

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    I love to write songs, poems and sermons. I started writing songs when I was around 12. When I was in high school I realized I was good at poems too because I would have...
    gardengirl17 gardengirl17 22-25, F Aug 8

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    I write songs, poems, stories.... I used to like thinking that I could write my problems away. It's all REALLY bad, but it makes me happy.
    youtubeninja youtubeninja 18-21, F Aug 4

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    I write dark poetry. Dark poetry for a dark soul :) I am well acquainted with misery. Due to that familiarity, I write dark poems about loneliness, pain, unwanted love, and broken...
    dourpenguin dourpenguin 18-21, M Jul 28

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    Alone Imagine yourself Alone in your head You're hanging, dangling From a small silver thread. Empty, alone With the monsters within Internally screaming You just want to give in...
    Mallexx Mallexx 18-21, F 1 Response 1 hr ago

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    When I'm alone, that's when I can truly think and be myself. That's when my mind is fully open and I can meet my full potential. I write my best poems and draw my best drawings...
    LoveandLoss17 LoveandLoss17 16-17, F Jul 31

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    I write poems now and then... To express my feelings and emotions, etc. But I never post them... over fear of just being judged by them or someone telling me they're rubbish. I...
    CallMeChelsea CallMeChelsea 16-17, F a week ago

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    I love to write. God, I do. As a child I used to write all the time. However, I've never been able to finish a story. I started, I got excited, told everyone and then hated every...
    agustinae agustinae 16-17, F 1 Response Jul 28

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    It's all I do. My day is consumed my writing poems. Poetry is my language. Just wish I had someone to converse with with.
    beautifullywrittenambition beautifullywrittenambition 18-21, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    What a saying. Rattlesnake applies. Wet groin applies. So many things get said to mimic it. One person who was my client said it all. Shoes. Paper plates...
    Livyn4pals Livyn4pals 46-50, M 1 hr ago

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    It started 18 months ago in a serious way, sharing feelings and thoughts in word on pad. Now I'm up over 200+ poems and looking into publishing a coffee table book of my poems and...
    slimmmerman slimmmerman 41-45, M 2 Responses Jul 29

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    Please tell me what you think about these poems I wrote 1). Tell me why you choose me instead of any other soul Tell me why I miss you as soon as you then and go Tell me why...
    DubstepManiac12 DubstepManiac12 13-15, M Jul 31

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    So I'm working on 4 poems for Lauren jauregui but here is a thing once finished I don't know should I give it to her or not....
    Storyguy007 Storyguy007 18-21, M 5 days ago

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    Enjoying Broadchurch, Death in Paradise, Silk right now. I thought Whitechapel was a bit silly.
    ThatBrandonGuy ThatBrandonGuy 18-21, M 1 Response 14 hrs ago

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    if i showed you my tear drops would you collect them like rain? store them in a jar that are labelled with "pain" would you follow their tracks, from my eyes down to my cheeks as...
    ticklishvampire ticklishvampire 13-15, F Aug 5

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    There’s a window in my head That only I can see It is the gate way to my fantasy There I am a hero, master and king I am capable of doing anything When I dwell there the world...
    melbourneonly melbourneonly 46-50, M 2 days ago

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    I write therefore I am is what I feel like saying sometimes. I do find it therapeutic in any event . I want to write a story now that I'm motivated to do for several reasons . One...
    tom67890 tom67890 46-50, M Aug 4

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    This is not a poem, but a question. I can't help but notice that lots of poems here are kind of dark and full of angst... For those of you who write that way, what is it about...
    SylvieKitty1015 SylvieKitty1015 18-21, F 5 Responses Aug 19

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    I write music. Lyrics are poems! You can listen to my new album here: Stevenmartinez.bandcamp.com
    Mtinezz Mtinezz 18-21, M 1 Response 1 day ago

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    "The Sun" When I think about you I like to think of you more in the form of the Sun, You’ll burn me alive within milliseconds I get too close to you but keep me warm when I’m...
    ChillThatsLife ChillThatsLife 22-25, M Aug 1

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    Doesn't it feel awkward to be surrounded by family but feel alone? Isn't it disheartening that the only reason someone comes and talks to you is so that you can do something for...
    honestyreality honestyreality 22-25, F Aug 1

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    10 hours since you haven't responded now and my eyes droop and my pills fade away. 20 hours since you haven't responded now my limbs shake and my breaths quiver. 30 hours since...
    suicidegetout suicidegetout 13-15, F 4 Responses Aug 5

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    Here she is at last Emerging from her cocoon A beautiful butterfly Who never had a past. Look at her emerging from her sleep Like she had been lost for an eternity Steeped deep...
    UntimelySoul UntimelySoul 18-21, T 3 Responses Aug 10

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    So I don't know, but I think this is poetry. If you read this please respond if you like/hate/don't care! I am curious. My love, you are always warm to the touch, always always...
    erieclover erieclover 26-30, F 1 Response Aug 11

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    I don't claim to be good at writing poems. It's not my medium...but it's expression. And I need it now. This poem has no title. Sap and blood stains your fist, I can’t figure...
    LesbianBlue LesbianBlue 18-21, F 1 Response Aug 15

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    I wrote this poem 3 years ago right after my father passed away, it was also my last one. I stopped writing after this poem, I lost my passion and I lost inspiration. I wish I can...
    flawlessgardenia flawlessgardenia 22-25, F Aug 16

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