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| Slylee |
| great stuff...i like to jot things down too when i get inspired...but i don't really think of them as poems...mine are more like song lyrics. i had one in my sig recently, but i dunno if i saved it anywhere. oh well. |
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| Mr. Pink |
before college i had already written more than a thousand poems lol.
i used to read the "norton anthology's of modern poetry"
those books are mega huge....but i read editions I, II, and III.
I have 2 binders full of poetry.....
im a poet...or was a poet.
Now i just write randomness down...not anything orderly like I used to.
i just got tired of a format.
but yeah, poems rock. |
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| Slylee |
Mr. Pink, a poetic man
with a perfect goatee and a perfect tan
loves his music and women too
and smokes southern funk like players do
this Brandon Boyd look-a-like is taken ladies
or so he says...
don’t be deceived by his flirting
he’s only messing with your heads!
:stongue: |
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| Jessica.S |
| poems are to much to read, except haiku or whatever they're called. :p |
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| Slylee |
| well then just stick to the roses are red, violets are blue kind...might be easier on your brain:stongue: |
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| citric_acid |
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| Echo of Silence |
aaaaaaaaaah! You took the 2nd one down! grrrrrrrs.
Put it back up! It was beautiful. Just add new ones...don't delete! |
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| Slylee |
Shadowolf
this man's a freak says word on the street
ladies, tell him what to do, and he’ll kiss your feet
he’s bad, he’s Italian, he’ll rock you in court
and don’t count on him for moral support
"Do unto others as u want done to you.."
are the words he lives by and teaches to
guys like spec who have big heads
and bag on people in every other thread
his name bears all from head to toe
shadowolf’s the man, let a brother know. |
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| Nite-Mer |
Not much of a poet, but I thought some of you may be able to relate to this type of experience...
Beginning of the night,
no intention of popping.
The urge I must fight,
a pill to be dropping.
One vodka red bull,
my buzz kicking in.
A second and third,
now the night will begin.
All my friends eyes wide open,
dancing around.
pills I'm a toting,
One just went down.
Starting to feel it,
the music is great.
Bass cubes blasting,
like an earthquake.
I need some water,
I need some gum,
Palms are sweaty,
I must look dumb.
The night passes fast,
we must leave the show.
Where we will go,
I really don't know.
Find an after party,
get in our cars.
Drop another one,
party's not too far.
Time moving quickly,
energy starting to fade.
Need another pill,
if sleep I want to evade?
Finally reason takes over,
I just head home.
There I will be sitting,
all alone.
Watch a movie,
as I come down.
Don't know why,
but I keep looking around.
All fidgety,
not feeling so great.
What time is it?,
it's already 8.
Time to sleep,
the voyage is over.
I tell myself,
next time I'll be sober. |
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| citric_acid |
| quote: | Originally posted by Echo of Silence
aaaaaaaaaah! You took the 2nd one down! grrrrrrrs.
Put it back up! It was beautiful. Just add new ones...don't delete! |
im workin on a dif version of it |
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| {b.s.e.} |
roses are red
violets are purplely blue
i can't write poetry
it's better that you do |
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