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This is the first poem I remember writing and it is also one of my favourite out of the ones I've written so I want to share it with you all :). Summer kisses. And winter misses.
Opuss, oh Opuss, What would I do If I couldn't pour out My thoughts into you. Who would I tell My stories and dreams, When my life Falls apart at the seams.
Love is exciting. Love is thrilling. Love is exhilarating. Love is two people in the here and now. Love can be dangerous. Love can be frightening. Love can be tears.
R oyalty, in their own minds, A lways disapprove of everything; B etter let them have their own way, B efore you get a nip, or worse.
You wear a flower, Woven in your hair. You pluck it with thought, And take a lot of care. That flower is you, Beautiful and bright. It's amazing really- Nothing prettier in sight.
On a summer's Sunday, gone off to fish, Mother's favourite past time, her only wish, With the Honey Monster close by with a landing net, Those fish won't get away, don't you fret.
@TaintedTulip, you sure jest. It's plain to see Britain's the best, Sure, you have states, 50 too many, We have Lizzy and the penny, We are England, Just one "state", US is....
In every crack of this world. Lies the magic, sapphires & emeralds. Pools of glimmering light. Frosted over from the worlds cold. Shining & reflecting. Sapphires & emeralds.
#youngwritershousehold ** Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who's the fairest of them all.
To whom, which, what is beautiful is it from eyes sight sparkles of light, delightful senses, reflections, light-waves, shapes and colour. Could there be any other...
Slowly creeping, Secret keeping. Taking souls, Leaving holes. Leaving pain, For personal gain. A tyrant old, Stories unfold, Beneath the stare, The stony glare, Of Death's dark eyes, You're petrified.
In our magic land of Opussia, The atmosphere's been grand, We've celebrated properly in our sport loving land.
#youngwritershousehold- hope this isn't too late. Fiery, red scales, Cold heart, A billow of smoke, Teeth inches apart. Scorching fire, Crooked teeth, Fierce eyes, Strong bones beneath.
A chanting chap, An Olympian Supporter. Queen of welly- toss, Street fair- caught ya. Sitting on the beach, By the old blue chippy, Caught up in the trends, An English hippy.
Oh, @Timmsyy,. You startled me,. This Brit wasn't thinking,. Of a challenge from thee,. But we just drank a cup of tea,. And cheered on Mo, hip hip times three,. I think you're very much mistaken,.
Ohhoh, @MelchoirJ13, this is war. You'll be beaten like you've never been beaten before. See no one else, as far a I see, Is more proud to be British than me.
The last love. The last hug. The last kiss. The last tug. I love you. Your my love. My hope. My dreams. I dreamt of you. Coming during the night. Giving me a fright. You said "I love you too".
why. Are children's lives taken.... Why. Are their futures forsaken.... Why. Is property worth more than a life.. Why. Is it that twisted minds are rife.. Why. Is an evil act considered a sickness..
A soft meow. To wake me from my rest. No kitty here. Must be Opuss, laying on my chest. I take a look. Talk to Jack some. And as I sift through notifications.
Stay away from me September, you and I will nevertheless be friends. You fill my year with sadness, that lingers and never ends. Each year on your arrival, the sun is stolen from the sky.
@acorns. @augustwriteaday. My name is Death. I'll come for you. When you least. Expect me to. In your car. On the train. Bright sunlight. Or driving rain. In the day. Or in the night.
I am the prophesy, At least of this earth. Come with your gifts, Tell me what I'm worth. Prophets preach about me, I am the number one. People will remember me, When I'm here, when I'm gone.
I went to the barber. He cut off my hair, which would have been great, but he didn't stop there. He slipped with his scissors. He snipped with his shears, and cut off my eyebrows and both of my ears.
I've lived life to its fullest, I'm not afraid to die, And when my time approaches, I know I will not cry.