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I take a look at my jeans, Do you know what that means. I take a look at my jeans, Denim in every seam. Denim is dying, We used to think we were flying, Denim is dying, Are the companies even trying.
(writing a poem about fav places, like the one you like the most, either this one or my boston one) Such a busy city, a city called Kuala Lumpur, With its bright lights and lots of traffic, You will...
(hey, im writing a poem about my fav places, but i cant decide which ones better please like for the one you like the most.
Even though we are light years apart, I'll still hold your heart. Don't go breaking mine, For I will crush and demolish thine. I'm just saying, my dear. I hope my words reaches you loud and clear!.
Far away, Some people say A pickle opened a jar And said ha ha I have finally opened my jar He climbed out And gave a shout of Hooray hooray Well that's what some people say.
He came along, From who knows where. He 'captured' your heart, I pretended to care. The time spent together, Between us grew short, He took up your time, Where was I in your thoughts.
To all my lovely Opuss friends,. A big thanks this grateful writer sends;. 100 posts,. Ranking 8,. (But that's been up and down of late.). So thank you all,. For looking in;. I'll try to make you.
I lay and think, in my bed at night, the day you'll arrive seems nowhere in sight. I toss and turn, dreaming of you, then I open my eyes..... To see if it came true.
What a wonderful weakness What a lovely way to suffer What a pretty sort of evil What a way to be an offer.
Here is my heart, it is yours so take it, Treat is gently, please do not break it, It's full of Love, that's good and true, So please keep it always close to you..
It's fortunate my twin isn't here to hear, That my plan all along was to bathe him in fear.
I feel you now little one, Kicking my tummy. Can't wait to hold you, I'll be one proud mummy!.
Choices I make, bonds that we break Falling from sky, don't let me cry Feeling the burn, life takes a turn Making my day, throw me away Wrong but still right, soul in a fight Waiting to kill,...
There once was a man, Called Roger McDan, Who lived in Southend-on-Sea; His house was a tip, As rank as a skip, And his only companion: a Flea.
The rain pounds on the window. Its beat beats a patting serenity. The duvets wrapped tightly round me. I'm safely safe and warmth surrounds me. I love to go out in the rain.
To the tune of rule the world. Wet lush green to barren land. Ancient trees no longer stand. The buzz of life has flown away. Placed by shameless rotting decay. It's essence gone, wasted and torn.
Refugee from a war-torn land, Wonders where she'll sleep tonight, Orphaned, homeless, destitute, Clings to hope yet sees no light.
Dinosaurs say... Oink. Dinosaurs say... Moo. Dinosaurs say... Baa. Dinosaurs say... How are you. Dinosaurs say... Nay. Dinosaurs say... Roar. Dinosaurs say... Quack. Dinosaurs say... Bonjour.
There once was a boy named Fred. He never wanted to go to bed, But then he turned 17 And began living the dream And went to bed every night..
Do you see the man with straggly hair. No money for food or change for fare. His nails are black and teeth are rotten, He knows more than you've forgotten.
Twisting, Writhing, Calling, Yearning, Begging, Licking, Sometimes earning. Passion, Sweating, Holding Screaming, Loving, Breathing, Has it meaning.
There's a rosé in my garden a gentle and beautiful flower there a ray of sunlight that only just peaks a glimmer of that elegant rose it wakes the hole garden and starts the day in a warm and fuzzy...
She drives me up the wall Then down the hall She can be a real pain Just like our noisy lane But she can be nice Or just give me lice..
Feather floating full of dreams, Nothing is quite as it seems. Leaf observing, learning still, Growing strong in mind and will. -a piece of a longer poem.