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I know I'm not the highest rank, But can I not be proud. I won't brag, there is no point, You get nowhere by being loud. I cannot take all credit, For these things I write.
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I know I'm not the highest rank, But can I not be proud. I won't brag, there is no point, You get nowhere by being loud. I cannot take all credit, For these things I write.
Whiskercat, whiskercat, where have you been. I went over to Opuss to check out the scene Whiskercat, whiskercat, what did you find.
For our charming new arrival, @MrCptWhiskers. Welcome to Opuss, For writers, galore, We read and we write, And we always want more.
Opussians, I have a question for you Tell me what you think we should do Do you think the #household should carry on Or would it be better if it were gone.
MinxMolly talks of coursework stress And RichWithey's going insane Compared to both of those two I am boring weak and plain My poems are all unstructured They talk of stupid things Is this the path...
So apparently I need to learn to rhyme, So what if I can't it's not a crime, Maybe I need to go back to school, Then over lyrical perfection I can drool, Or maybe I just write what I feel, That way...
What to write. What to say. What is on My mind today. A poem on love. One on hats. Or maybe something On dogs and cats. No that's no good That's not right, What should I write tonight.
#bestofopuss (This is one of my absolute favorites.). All the best stories start with once upon a time. All the best heros are underdogs who try. All the best places are lands far, far away.
There are so many poems that talk about 'love', Sonnets, verses, they can't get enough. Roses may be red and violets blue, But what does it mean to say "I love you".
It's a wonderful feeling To publish my works That a silly poem I wrote Might make dozens smirk It's interesting really That you like what I say That my little words Influence your day And sure you'll...
Green eggs and ham. Bread, butter and jam. Salt and pepper shakers. The reverend and the makers. I want to write a poem. Wait, nothing rhymes with poem. Oh yes actually... Sewing. Hmm maybe not.
Here's something for you, Because you've never read my ink. I know you've never asked... But I hope it'll make you think. I know it's not your kind of thing. But I'd appreciate it if you'd pretend.
I don't know what to write. But I must write. Chronic writers block I fight. But I must write. I don't know what to do. But I must write. I can't come up with anything for you. But I must write.
Ok so I have writers block,. I cannot shift this feeling,. I look down at my paper,. My subconscious is reeling,. I know what I want to say,. But exactly how do I say it,. The plot is in my head,.
I really cant be bothered Writing any more, I've covered every topic, I've really got nothing left in store.
300 Opusses, Poems and writes. They've all passed, On this site. 300 composed, Published and read. Some happy, some sad. Some alive, some dead. 300 smiles, With the satisfying post.
#acorn An eye for an eye No, it sounds too vulgar This is not the way I choose To ensnare an abundance of Opussian followers Maybe if I tell them I'm a multimillionaire Haha would work on...
I have a challenge for you oven cookers....on a poetry site I post on called the poetry sanctuary, there was a challenge to write a poem without using the letter I.....it was really fun and easier...
#acorn Welcome to Opuss, Let words be your guide, For, now, this is the home, Where you'll come to reside.
#phrase Where today shall my mind roam.
I want to write a poem, I know I have the time. But writing is a science, It's far much more than rhyme. A poem tells a story, And writing is an art.
One hundred and eighty seconds. To write a little rhyme. I'm sure you will all agree. That isn't a lot of time. A minute already passed. Just on the very first verse. This probably will fall off.
Now I'm stuck at rank '244', Tomorrow the number could be more. Could be less, Could stay the same, But all I know it will always have to change.
Hello again, and today is Monday, October 1, 2012 and here are a few poems: I could write haikus, then I'd see the syllables, or possibly not.