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Over oceans I will travel, Over mountains I will climb, Through caves and deepest jungle, Through furthest space and time.
The words you said make me sore,. None good all bad negatives galore,. You told me you think I'm thick as shit,. And ugly inside not likeable one bit,. All I've done is try and please you,.
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You are a stave of music, You play for me to hear, Dainty as a flute, a reed, For I've the keenest ear.
This poem was partially inspired by a book I read about 5 years ago called "The Book Thief". Written by Marcus Zusak, Death is a narrator.
Roses are red Violets are blue Is this feeling that you have Really love to you.
This is silly. You've done it all before. You expect me to forgive. You expect so much more. Then the gunshot. It rings out in the air. It is meant to hit you. But it is me that is there.
Don't lose sight of what's right, or what basks in a warm-red light, A heart un-gagged, a soul un-masked, New, trembling body, with what is asked, A strength found deep, never lost, Even in sleep, A...
(Sexual misconceptions) Roses are Red, Nuts are Brown, Skirts go up, Pants come down, Body to body, Skin to skin, When it's stiff stick it in.
Nothing to look forward to. Just work And work And more. Nothing to look forward to. Just working Till I'm sore.
Challenge set by sienna based on a strange phone call we had.
The earthy bass,. Fills the void. Cloudy haze,. Sounds to amaze,. Clash of drums,. Like thunder,. Atmospheric intensity,. Played with no sensitivity,. Plucking of the guitar,. Raindrops of melody,.
I don't think I'll write today. I feel too surly. I didn't exactly wake up bright and early. I missed the bus and was late. So I got hell. I had to see my head of year as well.
@poppyA. #colourchallenge. Feel free to break out the air guitar and shout this one out :). Don't flinch, and dont you move an inch. Stay still, she's moving in for the kill.
You got strong enough to show him the door, Black eyes and blue tears you will show no more. This inner strength that you had to find yourself, Allows me to admire you a glimpse of your former health.
Lately when you write. It makes me stop and think. The things you're telling us. Must be written in blue ink. Do not get me wrong. I love to read your art. Your gifted way with words.
I see beautiful, Everywhere, in every way. In the flood of rain, In an economy in pain. I see beautiful, In everyone, and everything.
#anagram+acrostic W-eak minds, wired for fury.
I watched the fairy lights dance. Twinkling with such a delight. How I longed to be among them, And romanced in the moon light. Dancing among their blinks And kissing in their small shines.
My eyes are the mirror to my soul, If you look you will see my goal. I hope in vain that you will release me from this torment, Someday you will recognise my intent.
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a...
I look up with hope, Searching for a star. But all I see, Is a dot strayed too far. I gaze up high, Looking for some love. But all I see is lumps, Held up above.
It would seem we are quite a saucy bunch So I had an idea for a rhyme For whatever day I may write a bit of sauce I give it a name, like a friend of mine First we have Minxy Monday To start the week...
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