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The Jumblies went to sea in a sieve, The owl & the pussycat in a pea-green boat. Either way, Edward Lear was a genius And definitely gets my vote. Happy 200th Birthday Edward Lear. ~Brownowl2012.
The wind is howling through the trees. as though it's angry with the leaves. Wishing it was a gentle breeze. The wind is howling there is no rest. With hope the trees will stand the test.
Opuss writers are the sh*t & will leave you awestruck. They say what they think, Bad asses they don't give a f*ck. Each have followers galore. Writers of poems and tales of yore.
Ex-friend, ex-friend, Go away Ex-friend, ex-friend, Do not stay Ex-friend, ex-friend, Get a clue Ex-friend, ex-friend, I want rid of you.
You have Batman aka the dark knight. His brain and brawn will win any fight. Then theres Superman who's weakness is kryptonyte. This will kill his powers and stop him mid flight.
There's so many decisions to make in life. Some cause happiness, others cause strife.
I dont know whats up with me today. Im having writters block with nothing to say. Im sure all good writers know how to find a muse. No words in my head are left to use.
She can paint a lovely picture BUT... This story has a twist Her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist.
We are grey. Darkness black as coal, Darkness in his eyes. Darkness in his soul, Darkness in his cries. But we are grey. Whiteness white as dove, Whiteness in her plight.
I've been a loner,. Throughout my life. Due to all. The stress and strife. Never did I. Want to share. The pain so deep. So hard to bare. It seemed to me. I was on my own. To get through life.
So that was it. Your crowning glory.
Butterflies, Flutter by. Yet they can't help me, While I die. My life flashing, Before my eyes. Death has quite, An odd disguise. Inside you, my friend. Is where he lay. But why was it, My time today.
Roses are red Your name is Dave I'm bad at poems Micro-wave.
I forgive but never forget,. that'll be what I say,. when I take my last breath,. I'll give him a letter with my poem in,. the one that I've saved for best,. telling him how I felt and the rest,.
I'm going to cherish my good luck and hope it grows, Bigger and bigger and then who knows?.
Keep me safe as I sleep. Hold me as I gently weep. Shelter me from raging storms. Hide me until sunlight dawns. Stay with me when nights are long. Retrieve my mind when it is gone.
The huns were on their way to attack china. Mulan was just putting on her eyeliner. From her window she saw, Her father prepairing to go to war. Mulans dad was far to old.
© ZuperZed "Hi little brother I've got bad news today. Calling to tell you that mom has gone astray." Early that morning my dad left for work. All he then knew was that she went for a walk.
Good King Alfred Royally sat, Upon his throne And Royal mat. Upon his head, The Royal crown, Around his neck, The Royal gown. And by his side, Proud and vain, Good Queen Marge, (The Royal Pain)..
It's not the time I wanted. It's not the time I like. It's not the time I thought it was. Or the time that's right. But it's the time that I see,. On the clock that's facing me,.
Weeping Willow don't you cry, In the mist of my despair, Hear my sweet lullaby, As it echoes through the air.
A life that lives Is a life that gives The life that dies is the life that cries. The life that is mine Is a life that is fine The life that is kind Is one that you have yet to find.
My head does hurt, My brain has turned to mush. My entire body hurts, Thoughts of bed are lush. Everything is muddled, Everything is a mess. Tomorrow will be different, At work I will try less.
Dans l'etoile petit espoir. Qui nous sert. de trouver les Bonn heures. Je veux voler dans les aires. Et sortir les secret de mon ceour. J'ai disparue dans un grand desert. Tous ce que je peux.