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Jul 16, 2004 11:49:36 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Jul 16, 2004 11:49:36 GMT -5
i made a poem wut do u think bout it?? my sis say's it depressing hehe... You knew how i felt bout you but you did'nt say anythin to me.... You had so many chances yet you did'nt even come up to me. It seemed as if you liked me better not knowing how i felt.. everyday as i think I regeret telling anyone how i felt... You have now left and now i'll never see you again...The only thing i wish i knew was how u felt bout me... but we were'nt even friends and we never relli talked... so I woul've undestood if u did'nt think of me at all or even hated me... but i guess these thoughts have no meaning since u'll never read this or hear wut i juss said... hehe might kinda sound dumb im not relli good at poems... If u have poems post some up.. i might post some other one's i think those a better hehe ;D
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Jul 16, 2004 13:26:05 GMT -5
Post by Smart1 on Jul 16, 2004 13:26:05 GMT -5
Whoooooooooooooa...now that's magic! (oh! oh! It's magic! ) Yeah, here's my poem: The cat sat on the mat.
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Jul 16, 2004 23:26:59 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Jul 16, 2004 23:26:59 GMT -5
I have a cool poem! it's not as depressing as aki's either haha! but it's long i think yea.... it's called mind of your own... I got dreams, dreams of weird things. i stare at the walls, even when i want to listen, lies surrond me, giving me headaches. there's two parts of me, the bad and the good. i don't know which is which, even when it's kind of obvious. after reading this poem over again, i think i finnaly know which is which. my mind is evil and my heart is kind, that's why i'm hard headed and i have a soft heart. my mind has a mind of it's own, which gives me those dreams. i'm tired of being so depressed. hopefully all that would end tonight, my mind whould control nothing but it's life....
whoa!!! that is long!!! wow! haha! ohh well! i have a lot of other poems but i'll post it up later ok?!? bye! ;D
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Jul 17, 2004 0:40:57 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Jul 17, 2004 0:40:57 GMT -5
ur's is so cool sryan it's so so simple lol.. ;D
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Jul 17, 2004 5:25:05 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Jul 17, 2004 5:25:05 GMT -5
hehe i feel like writing a poem im juss makeing this up as i go hehe ;D
Im sitting here in the dark, missing your arms around me... n the sweet taste in your kiss.... u were the only one who brighted up my day n now it's juss the moon... Why did you have to leave me.... why did you have to go... you knew how much i would miss you but you still did'nt care... you juss left me hear in the dark with the site of your back.... wut did i do to deserve this...was there summthin i did'nt do ryte..... u knew i would do anythin to get you back... but when you left you would'nt even take a glance back...Was i not the gurl you loved... was i juss an object to you.... everyday i waited for a knock on the door even a pebble to the window.... but there was none n the only thing i have is the memories with you.
hehe i think dat was ok i could'nt think of an ending hehe i hope i the one i have down is ok hehe.
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Jul 17, 2004 5:38:17 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Jul 17, 2004 5:38:17 GMT -5
that ones even more depressing! well i got another poem i want to share! it's called my dreams! yea! here it goes... In my dreams it’s kinda weird, Flying donkeys in the air, A little bat walking down the road, A chicken washing it’s self with soap. What more can I say then all of that? I like my dreams where it’s at. I hope it won’t ever change, But someday I imagine that I won’t be in that range. I don’t think of those stuff at all, But when I close my eyes my mind just falls. I don’t want to grow all old, My dreams won’t be the same at all. Ohh well, it’s a part of life, Or am I just one of a kind? Dreams please don’t fail me now, Make my la la land the funniest time of all!
yea this ones really HAPPY! yay! haha! wheeee! bye!
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like the excorsist but more breakdancing. Yah!
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Jul 17, 2004 8:03:10 GMT -5
Post by tanyahead on Jul 17, 2004 8:03:10 GMT -5
aww jenni. man all your poems are GREAT! i think you should make a book with all of the in there! i'd buy it. i'd probably buy two. i dont have any poems, so BYE !
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Jul 18, 2004 8:04:12 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Jul 18, 2004 8:04:12 GMT -5
hehe i wrote dis poem about my sis it only took me about a min to write hehe she wanted me to post it up so yea...
There you go on Babaling and all... You say things you don't know, And makes things to show.... here you go not stopping at all... as you put me to sleep with the weirdist dreams...
hahaha that's the weirdist poem i've ever made ;D
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Jul 18, 2004 8:16:05 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Jul 18, 2004 8:16:05 GMT -5
YEA! i made ANOTHER poem! but this is an advise poem thing! YEA!
If you hate how you’re feeling, Why don’t you just scream? Just be happy, And eat some cream! If you want to be mad, Then that’s just sad, Cause happy rocks, And mad smells like socks! If you like how you’re feeling, Smile and say…<br>Good day to you sir, And that might be okay! If a friend lets you down, Listen to what they say, If they don’t want to be your friend, Then that’s just lame! If my advice works, WOW! I’m a genius, Cause I’m just writing this how I play!
yea it's kinda weird haha! ohh well! ok bye!
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Jul 18, 2004 8:21:01 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Jul 18, 2004 8:21:01 GMT -5
Here's a poem My friend wrote... she's so gifted at writing... A soldier's Letter To my beloved, for whom I live The angel of my soul and heart Though distance is our cruelest foe, I find that we will never part
Through the stars I see your twinkling eyes, Through the sun; your warm embrace And as the clouds move constantly, Memories of your innocent face
Fear and hate surround me, You help me to survive But should I not return to you, My beloved, don't you cry
Just remember the cause for which we fought And the freedoms you enjoy Then think of all the other nations Of every little girl and boy
Don't let tears stain your pretty face, Or your smile wil fade away For i'll be there watching over you, Forever and a day
Those raindrops are my tears of joy, As I watch you grow each day Remembering will be painful, But i'll help you through the pain
Seeing you cry will break my heart, But remeber this, We'll never part So if I should not make it home,
Like so many others, Brave and true Hold your tears and all your fears, And never forget my love for you
By: Krisandra Hardy man i love all her poems hehe there so cool love ya gurl
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Jul 18, 2004 9:09:50 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Jul 18, 2004 9:09:50 GMT -5
wow! she is gifted lol! WOW! mahn but it's so sad! i hate being sad! i used to be sad! but then i started making jokes and laughing and being happy and i thought that it's FUNNER! yea! lol i would put down one of my sad poems but it's gonna break down my spirt so i'm not gonna haha! bye!
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Jul 18, 2004 10:03:50 GMT -5
Post by Smart1 on Jul 18, 2004 10:03:50 GMT -5
I wish I could write poems!
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Jul 18, 2004 11:11:11 GMT -5
Post by Jenni on Jul 18, 2004 11:11:11 GMT -5
stefanie you've alreday read that poem but you said you liked the puppet one... Tanya you should post a poem i like your poems there happy hehe .... ;D sryan anyone can write poems... cuz everyone has diffrent ways of writing... i don't even think mine are even poems hehe
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Jul 18, 2004 21:24:49 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Jul 18, 2004 21:24:49 GMT -5
i wasn't listening to you! you woudn't even let me read it! you just read it to me! and the only one i listened to was the puppet one! yea! ok i'm happy enough to post one of my sad poems! nothing but lies...
All my trust has gone, That’s all I know. They called me a liar and a thief, For what has shown. I know I shouldn’t of, But I’ve already did, So wucha gonna do about it, Now that I’m dead. All I did was tell a lot of lies, And when you wouldn’t believe me, Is when I cried. You made me kill myself, With a knife. I was hurting so bad, And hoping you would see, What you have done, To little old me. You come and see, And barely even care, About the bloody tears, That’s touched your heart. I’ve always loved you, But did you love me? That day I killed myself for you and me.
yea! the ending sounds a little gay but ohh well! bye!
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Jul 18, 2004 21:27:49 GMT -5
Post by smell-the-p-poop on Jul 18, 2004 21:27:49 GMT -5
hey! i found this poem on the internet and i thought it was cool so yea!
An Angel Set Free...
A tragic story Will soon take its tale You will see the art of her life In each little unfold
Her secret disguise Her one special friend He told her to live life Till life wants to end
Her smile, such a fake Her quietness when she wakes Every single move hurts In every single minute of a day
Is when she wants to be alert Her smile fading No longer fake Her happiness fading She doesn’t want to awake
Everyday a diary entry Tells the pages how she’s unlucky Blood stained pages Poems and the such
Her pain and sorrow written down She cant take this much Jealousy with every vision Her hurt spread Her black and white imagination
If only you knew why she cried And if only you knew every second she wished to die Maybe you would realize She’s not alright She’s ill Not taking her pills
Suicide attempts from A-Z She’s tried things you wouldn’t even believe A fragile soul Wrapped in the hands of fate
Her little heart Closing up, giving her hate She closes her eyes Its all written here
She’s thinking what she dare Hours later She’s dead hanging above the floor
Now lets go back and tell some more Knife in her hand she slits a slash Her wrist so red One big gash
The pills in her mouth Sleeping ones at that Her innocence lost In this big trap
A rope hanging tall With her neck through the loop She ended it all Becoming mute
Her world so dark Coated blue Her anger within The hate for the card she drew
Nobody knows Where she has gone to Nobody knows she is away Her tears dried up, her head wet from rain
The first day they looked But could not find The girl they thought had a beautiful mind
The second day The police could not figure out Where this girl is, so divine
The third day, they find A secret lock They open it up, and find a clock The clock is ticking faster and faster But slowing down in every block
The girl hangs dead above the wooden floor Of the secret house Up in a tree Hanging from the branch That was in middle of thee
The police shocked to see The little girl And carved on her wrist said, "Im an Angel set free"
yea it's long! GET OVER IT! j/m ok bye!
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