This man is a legend
Some people may say
By the things that he does
In his own special way
Writing his poems
And his long stories too
Just to be glad
He had wrote them for you
He loves getting comments
And the likes he receives
It makes him real happy
It's like a disease
He'll carry on writing
Until he his dead
This man is a legend
This man's in my head
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Theres a funny way with poems. That i dont just dont get. Rymes limiy what you say. I havnt writen a good one yet. All the rymes they limit you. And stop you saying it properly.
Sitting, thinking. Bones are aching. Working hard. Now hands are shaking. All this time spent. Thinking to write or. Just forgot. To finish the title. Don't really care. What it says. Just as long as.
While I was sleeping, Within my bed, A tiny Spark, Entered my head, And thus was born, Within my mind, The thought to Blog, For all Mankind.
100. I'm so old. So many tales I've told... It all started with a story. But I've grown my inventory. Poems, quotes, blogs, too- As you can see, I've really come through.
It's a wonderful feeling To publish my works That a silly poem I wrote Might make dozens smirk It's interesting really That you like what I say That my little words Influence your day And sure you'll...
I have this problem, Can you see. I can't stop writing Poetry. Which, you may think Is not so bad, But its driving me Slowly mad. When I write now, Every time, I have the urge To make things rhyme.
The recipe For perfect rhyme I've searched for it Time after time Would it be A lilting song To light the dark And right the wrong Should it contain A lot of swearing Or is that Too...
I have mixed feelings, About writing poetry. I would rather write, A story, Or draw, In my sketch book, But sometimes, I don't know why. I have to write, A poem.
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