The Joy...
#acrostic. Sweet breeze blowing through. Purify a world new. Running through fields of flowers. I embrace and do not cower. Nectar sweet, the bees they come. Grazing deer, enjoy the sun.
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#acrostic. Sweet breeze blowing through. Purify a world new. Running through fields of flowers. I embrace and do not cower. Nectar sweet, the bees they come. Grazing deer, enjoy the sun.
Have you heard Nelly's new song 'Hey Porsche'. I just did and I am currently taking it an intrinsic insult to car enthusiasts everywhere. Ferdinand is weeping in his grave right now.
All I see is anger Writhing in my head Burning, churning Hot, bright red You wanted Poetry. Come along You may just see I'll show you Everything I've got Will you take it. Maybe not.
#acrostic S pring is in the air. P retty and fair, R eady to emerge, I wonder: from where.
*I was bored, and yes, I do have a strange mind.* I am waiting S lowly fading T ell me why H ell won't go bye-bye E veryones gone R e-dos stuck on E verybody's face A ll there is is N othing Y...
He tried to smile, But his face was scarred with agenda. And as the scars turned to cracks, pouring forth the undying truth of his success, he wondered what else he could have been..
Rain is running roughly, Wind is whipping wildly. Breeze is battling boldly. Ice is igniting idly. Snow is setting swiftly. Blue is blowing brightly.
#acrostic. Summer times sister peaks through the mist,. Peaking through the clouds and rain promising a weather twist,. Ripening the earth for summers hot breath,.
#acrostic S omewhere between the midsts of tulips and daffodils, P resents for your mother and constant ringing tills.
16+ and only for those without a sense of humour bypass... If I've not offended any stereotype, please accept my apologies. The start is from the Bagpuss song.
I just want to learn to smile and mean it again!!!.
Noodlesandellie thank you for telling people my poem and thank you for wrighting something on my poem to.
The moon glistened, And Out shined, All the dead stars of the night. Gelid darkness, Glaucous sky, Pondered over the path of the moon.
Death is that lonely figure Who stands on the playground's edge And stares As the wind ripples with other children's laughter Death is that boy Who walks alone Speaks in a whisper And his eyes: Are...
You took away my senses, My heart too numb to feel, Opened up old wounds I had, Wounds now to never heal..
I thought I had known Death But so wrong was I I thought there was nothing to fear Until death stared me in the eye I thought I had known Death In my kitten's final sigh I thought I had known Death...
I'd just like to say followers that my BFF @storywriter134 has joined so make her feel welcome and follow her.
My mate is addicted to brake fluid... He says he can stop anytime..
I miss you so very much Unable to contact you this sacrifice, is it too much. I learned so much from you. A soul mate my heart torn apart. This sacrifice so necessary and had to be made.
I don't know if any of you will even have noticed, but I haven't been Opussing recently... Not deliberately but I have just been soo busy that I've just not been able to get round to it.
#acrostic. Supposed to be so bright. Placing gladness in our hearts. Roll away the winter. It's here that new life starts. Never have I seen such a. Greyed and gloomy sky.
Off to London Going to visit the zoo Actually can't wait There's just so much to do Sing to the penguins I promised her from the start Want to see the tigers That are so close to my heart Looking...
This is kind of a song as well as a poem: . . In this life of broken hearts . Only one thing matters . That in the the end of all this pain . We ourselves don't shatter .
I remember it at nighttime, The never ending blows, The yelling and the blasting, And the far-off, distant glows.