A Timely Decision
"Oh this is so typical of Mr Past," Exclaimed a voice quite irate.
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"Oh this is so typical of Mr Past," Exclaimed a voice quite irate.
Sometimes when I wake up, The sheets are closing in, And it's always an epic battle, To see who's going to win.
I think I upset the sandman He never visits anymore I never feel his creeping step Along the bedroom floor He doesn't bother stopping by I must have hurt his feelings Whatever I did, please...
Next door to three brothers, Live two beautiful little girls. They like to dance and play outside, Do cartwheels, spins and twirls. Their names are Your and You're, Their names both sound the same.
Here are three brothers, And all are strapping boys. Each are given a strong purpose, And this poem will show their joys. Some people call them homophones, Now isn't that a silly name.
Are you the Rain or the Sun. Hot and adored or from you most of us run. One is never enough for you, You give most girls a burnt too.
22 said to 88: "You've both been looking fat of late; Perhaps you both should join a gym, And minus some to be more slim?" _ _ ________ ( o ) ( o ) / we're...
The grim reaper has a dark secret. The disgrace not spoken about at dinner parties. The non-black sheep of the family. His younger brother Nigel. Nigel is the happy reaper.
Love's blind eyes are blinder still when faced with Doubt's despicable will. The wretched minds of Mistrust and of Hate are trying to upset the blind girls fate.
I know you move When I don't look, When I peek out the window Or pick up a book. 'Gotya!' No I don't In this staring competition It's not fair, you're a pro Of course you're winning.
I'm small number Three, Annoying and ignored, I'm sick of being tiny, I'm always very bored. When someone picks me up, They suppress a groan, It's really not so nice, Being left alone.
Track me for days. cannot escape. you come in so many ways. you always take. I don't want to meet you yet. when I finally do. I know I'll never forget. who could ever forget you.
I lie naked next to Time,. His fingers gently entwined with mine,. I kiss his chest softly,. "You must want me awfully,". He chuckles, as I mumble sweetly,. Of how I love him so completely,.
I feel everything.
Why can't I see, Death's cold hands taking hold of me.. When evil is home, and the light runs out it, follows me. The rain and tears envying, Death's cold stare , freezing thee.
They were made of pixels, emoticons to you. One was bright and yellow and the other deepest blue. Their names were Sad and Happy, attached to comments sent.
You all live your lives. Laughing at the misfortune of others -schadenfreude- Spreading rumours. Spreading muck.. These rumours cause so much pain but I really don't care.
The elder daughter of Winter, Summer is carefree and reckless. She radiates with a beautiful glow that brings happiness to many. Her auburn hair is short and wild with flowers tangled in it.
Winter is the snow queen with no mercy, Whose delicate exterior disguised her enmity. Since Autumn distorted her under Satan's order, She deeply hid in forest, Killed longing men she met.
Summer was a care-free girl And Spring, she was her friend. She lingered here for three months The capricious soul.
Flaming flowers dance on the sun, Oh what it must be, to have such fun. We never shall know the joy that is known, To those beautiful flames as they twirl on their own.
The Dark, The Light. I have written these words with capital letters because they are names. Names, titles, the same for some.
"I'm that shape in the shadows, Your worries and fears, That smog in your nightmare, The pain in your tears, I'm the thief of your heart, Your shuddering shiver, I'm that icy cold breeze, I make you...
The loo sits there all crisp and clean. Just waiting for a friendly bum to see. It's boring at times just waiting there. But 'oh yes' someone's having a wee. The flush gives the loo a quick bath.