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| Psy-T |
beautiful poems from everyone, really, top notch.
btw,slylee, do another one when you get to know me better :thepirate (if thats ever gonna happen :disbelief )
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| isoterra |
| quote: | Originally posted by UWM
Roses are red
Violets are blue
All our base
Are belong to you. |
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You read bash.org
And I do too
If you didn't get that one then nm :D
On a more serious note I wrote alot when I was younger.. but soon gave up since most of the time it took me hours of frustration just thinking of a good idea.
This was the last I have saved... from when I was 15:
What qualities does the poem posess?
To lure the brain and let it confess
To a fantasy wild and a dream that shines,
And place it within these written lines;
To remember a moment from long lost time,
And reincarnate it in rhythm and rhyme;
With a lifetime redused to verses four,
And passions re-lived as a mere metaphor;
To savour emotions before they will taper,
And transfer your feelings from concience to paper.
Every last greeting and every last curse
Can forever be held in literary verse. |
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| UWM |
| quote: | Originally posted by isoterra
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You read bash.org
And I do too
If you didn't get that one then nm :D
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Damn, busted. :D |
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| Xenocreator_PG_ |
The Thing that doesn't do
Howdy to you?
The penguin is dead!
Why is the penguin dead?
Well he sat on the electric chair!
& roasted his arse.
His arse was on fire!
It was a flaming penguin arse!
A magnificient sight to those who the thing that doesnt do!
Doesn't do what?
That is none of your business, unless you are a penguin!
Howdy to me?
The penguin is now charcoal!
The dust is getting in my eyes.
Penguin dust?
No, it is from the electric furnace.
25 bucks an hour, what a bargain!
I might have a seat & roast my arse.
Roasted arse. Roasted arse.
Howdy roasted arse. |
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| Psy-T |
| quote: | Originally posted by Xenocreator_PG_
The Thing that doesn't do
Howdy to you?
The penguin is dead!
Why is the penguin dead?
Well he sat on the electric chair!
& roasted his arse.
His arse was on fire!
It was a flaming penguin arse!
A magnificient sight to those who the thing that doesnt do!
Doesn't do what?
That is none of your business, unless you are a penguin!
Howdy to me?
The penguin is now charcoal!
The dust is getting in my eyes.
Penguin dust?
No, it is from the electric furnace.
25 bucks an hour, what a bargain!
I might have a seat & roast my arse.
Roasted arse. Roasted arse.
Howdy roasted arse. |
so typical coming from an australian :p |
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| Psy-T |
| quote: | Originally posted by isoterra
What qualities does the poem posses?
To lure the brain and let it confess
To a fantasy wild and a dream that shines,
And place it within these written lines;
To remember a moment from long lost time,
And reincarnate it in rhythm and rhyme;
With a lifetime redused to verses four,
And passions re-lived as a mere metaphor;
To savour emotions before they will taper,
And transfer your feelings from concience to paper.
Every last greeting and every last curse
Can forever be held in literary verse. |
freakin awesome! defintley the best so far!! |
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| Vivid Boy |
roses are red
violets are blue
u like chestnuts
I like putting my nuts on your chest |
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| Xenocreator_PG_ |
The heart that could burn
Looking up at the dark ceiling
I saw a burning penguin arse
Make me feel I’m being watched
By a penguins arse that is on fire
Dying trees and run-down house
Time for the penguins arse to set them on fire
Puts my heart in a twisted beat
Like A firey vortex from the arse of a penguin
Sleepless for eternity
bloody penguins firey arse keeps me awake
The beautiful stars sparkle in the sky
Like a flaming turd from the penguins arse
The water cascading over the rocks
who cares the penguins arse is on fire
You love is like a spring rose
My penguins arse is like a fire |
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| Nite-Mer |
| quote: | Originally posted by Xenocreator_PG_
The heart that could burn
Looking up at the dark ceiling
I saw a burning penguin arse
Make me feel I’m being watched
By a penguins arse that is on fire
Dying trees and run-down house
Time for the penguins arse to set them on fire
Puts my heart in a twisted beat
Like A firey vortex from the arse of a penguin
Sleepless for eternity
bloody penguins firey arse keeps me awake
The beautiful stars sparkle in the sky
Like a flaming turd from the penguins arse
The water cascading over the rocks
who cares the penguins arse is on fire
You love is like a spring rose
My penguins arse is like a fire |
Too funny! :stongue: :stongue: |
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| Vivid Boy |
The sky was dark
The moon was high
All alone
Just her and I
Her hair so soft
Her eyes so blue
I knew just what
She wanted to do
Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers
Down her spine
I didn't know how
But I tried my best
To place my hand
On her breasts
I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread
Her legs apart
And when she did it
I felt no shame
All at once
The white stuff came
At last it's finished
It's all over now
My first time ever
Milking a cow |
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| isoterra |
| quote: | Originally posted by Psy-T
freakin awesome! defintley the best so far!! |
Wow, thanks I guess :D ...even though I wrote it like 5 years ago lol |
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| Floorfiller |
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
UWM
Metrosexual Extraordinaire
No he’s not gay just because he does his hair.
It’s perfectly normal according to him
to shop till he drops then go to the gym
he still loves ‘gina and everything that comes with it
he can make love with the best of them or hit it n split it
“Don’t call me, I’ll call you”
his famous last words, before he breaks your heart in two
The only thing worse than a picky female
is a metro like this who will steal your hair gell |
how come rob gets to be a playa, but i'm just a closet homosexual :( :stongue: :stongue: :stongue: |
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