Some people here seem to believe they write poetry just because they write sentences with words that rhyme...lol...
Anyone else like to write poetry?x
I love to write poetry it's my way of expressing myself <3
~Short & Sweet~
I write poetry...
Oh yes I do
& to the world my thoughts, I love to spew
a poet, discovered, myself, who knew
it wasn't always, like it is now
words pouring out...
There once was a man named Dave
He boned a dead which in a cave
She was missing a tytt and she smelled like shittttt.
But look at the money he saved
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who's Peter was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin if my ear was a pussycat I would puck it
As The World Rhymes:
A True Story of A Man That Rhymes
by: Rob Paquin
I've been rhyming a real long time. Hell, it goes all the way back to my formative years when I was writing...
NIGHTLIFE PART I
Spirits wander freely in the fresh crisp air of the moonlit night. Lost souls among us in our ignorant bliss going about our daily lives all the while they are...
The Pancake Tree
A youngling once perched, right on my knee
She pled, Paw-paw tell of the pancake tree
Sit still my pet, don't be a twister
I'll tell the tale once you call for...
I've been trying to redo this and I think it's alright
suicide and misery
walk hand in hand
as daylight fades..
with shattered hope
but they don't care
imprisoned with the motions of her mundane existence
plummeting into endless turmoil masking her true desire
a shell a drone numb outside while her soul screams with undeniable...
I wrote this for you Wyesman.. lol
Is this poetry, or something else
I once was told, but have forgot myself
If you think that it, all has to rhyme
Go read the...
I once saw this beautiful girl who looked just like an angel. As she walked toward me, I smiled & wondered what a beautiful girl like her could want with a guy like me. As she...
Cross their hearts hope they die.........
Cross their hearts hope they die
impale their bodies with the needles
Dismember their limbs from their bodies
Gut while they scream in...
Man Stands Above
One day I hope to find,
That which I've lost before.
One day it will be mine,
This feeling I adore.
For no man can claim complete
If his life he lives alone.
In every human's garden
Among the flowers hearty
An unseen fairy circle
Is home to magic parties
Where Unicorns dance in moonlight
While Pixies play on lutes
The Fairy Queen...
Terry Jacks wrote/sang "we skinned our hearts and skinned our knees." In that vein, and in light of my past stories, here's a poem based on my most recent experience -- falling off...
To kill a monster is to become the beast
And thus bringing to life what once was deceased
It is an act that deprives your purity
And yet it is referred to as maturity
How is it...
Oh Brain Oh Brain
I have to concentrate.
This is important, this poem.
A poem about poetry.
I have to do this, I CAN do this.
Oh, look, a butterfly!
I love butterflies...
Corpse of lung – yet breath is let
A body set adrift
Rent brain aloft
I go against my will.
Unnatural, Hell's toll
The tragdy of the situation is as follows
For when I sit amongst the rest of you I freak out
Not myself I wander trying to find answers
I bump into a few that have watched my...
Patience & Passion
Contradictory, complementary and symbiotic, they go together
Patience can be spent coaxing shy turtles from their shells or
waiting till speedy rabbits actually...
Shes like the wind, rushing over my skin sending chills down my spine. Shes like the breeze, whispering through the trees, brushing ever so slightly across my cheek and blowing...
The biggest night of senior year,
I cant believe it was already here.
The one night everyone talks about for generations,
At first I had great anticipation.
What's so great...
My heart found itself in your palms,
And it won't forget the hands that once held it.
Do you ever feel it? That gut retching feeling. The feeling you get every once in awhile. It sometimes hurts so bad you want to scream or cry. Do you ever feel it? The feeling of...