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Post a poem!

It could be sad, funny, happy, inspirational, creepy, anything. Props to the one I like best, and perhaps some props to others that also catch my attention. =) And it has to one that you made.
 nancydrewlove posted over a year ago
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friendsfan101 said:
rosas are red.
Violets are blue.
And there is no way in hell
That I will write a poem for you.


=D
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posted over a year ago 
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loli like this one!
pinkfluby114558 posted over a year ago
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Same ^^
lollipopszx3 posted over a year ago
ThatDamnLlama said:
I made this all por myself just now.
Why,
does pie,
make people fly,
while wearing ties,
in July?
Why,
does Bill Nye,
always lie?
Is Lady Gaga a guy?
Why,
Do girls die,
when they try,
to beat guys?
Why,
are gatos shy,
while they cry,
when they say bye?
Why,
am I,
always dry,
when I eat pie?
Am I high?
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posted over a year ago 
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cute. :D
123moo123 posted over a year ago
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Yes, I believe you are high. And a fly. That likes pie. From the sky.
BellaCullen96 posted over a year ago
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lol yeah
pinkfluby114558 posted over a year ago
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*sings* Bill Nye the science guy
Jacoblackswife posted over a year ago
dramaqueen00 said:
You wonder why our parents bother giving us a name,
As people change the ones we get so nothing is the same.
An Anthony becomes Tony and Michael, Mike or Mick,
And Joseph always ends of Joe, all Richard gets is Dick.

My theory is, it is at school, that nicknames start to surface,
For kids are quick to give the flick when names don't fit the purpose.
Be it classmates or their teachers they all become fair game,
And how they look or speak or act will earn them that nickname.

Mr. James was known as Pirate, he had a sunken chest,
While Miss Florey she got Barbie, her gear was just the best.
Mr. Roach, the pest, got Cocka and all Kellys they got Ned,
Miss Wright was known as Lefty, Chromedome from Brown's bald head.

Miss Marshall she got Sheriff and Mr. cordeiro was served up Racka,
We thought Miss Chaff a crabby bag, so we would call out Sacka.
The Principal was never there so he was Doctor Who,
Satellite was Mr. Mott, he's off the planet too.

Miss Applegate we named her Prunes, she gave us all the runs,
Sister Mary she got Penguin, the nickname for all nuns.
The sportsmaster we called Ten Bob, being only half a quid,
And the Deputy was quite a pest so his nickname was Rid.

Paul bife well he got T-bone, and Miss Faith they called No Hope,
While Aspro seemed just right for Smith, a slow reacting dope.
Binoculars we called Miss Free, for what she had in front,
While our six foot six school captain was known to all as Runt.

So now at school reunions we hail the old nickname,
Of teachers and of students, their greatest claim to fame
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posted over a year ago 
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Oh, I amor it. My name's Amanda, but i couldn't pronounce it when i was little, so everyone called my Amy, and everyone still does.
schnoodle11 posted over a year ago
orangeturnip said:
The moon goddess

snow,snow,snow
tonight
shine upon us
with all your light
the moon goddess
in charge of the wheather
and over seas,not under them
shes a buety
every person who sees her
sees buety
the way they see buety
so on this cold winters night
shine with all your light
and
snow,snow
snow tonight.

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i know its lame but :D
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posted over a year ago 
BellaCullen96 said:
Okay, I wrote this for Language Arts earlier, and I don't remember it exactly, but I'll try to recall it...


The Life of the Leaves

High in the treetops,
Leaves wave at you
and play in the wind
Becoming restless,
Growing older
Like children

Then autumn comes
Leaves decide it's time
to mover out of their árvore home
Becoming colourful,
Growing older
Like teenagers

The wind picks up
Leaves dancing,
swirling in the wind
Becoming mature,
Growing older
Like adults

Soon winter arrives
Leaves wrinkle,
shrivel in the cold
Yet becoming wiser,
Growing older
Like seniors

At last,
snow engulfs them
Leaves are destroyed,
their lives completed
And the cycle begins
once more

High in the treetops,
Leaves wave at you
and play in the wind
Becoming restless,
Growing older
Like children...

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midnight-stars said:
Your heart,
is the only thing keeping me here.
my dear.
I gotta say
it an't okay
for you to act this way
you are my life now
I need you to stay
my coração it can't live this way
let it be
my coração you see
babe
I need you back here
oh my dear.



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lollipopszx3 said:
I promised to be your friend.
Always and Forever.
Never had I thought
We would be mais
What if I did fall for you
What if I did amor you more?
I never had a segundo thought
But as I see you with a girl
I realized I was too late.
I had a fear of loving you
The fear of no mais friends
My fear is just a big mistake
Looking at you laughing
In the arms of another.
My fear was me being stupid
Because looking at it now
I did really amor you
Way mais than a friend
I didn't want to admit it
But if I did we would be together
Sharing those laughs
Sharing the smiles
Sharing the Love.
My Fear of loving you... was wrong
I didn't have a fear of amor
It was the fear of rejection.
The fear of unwantingness
Now to tell you I amor you.
Now is no use
Now is too late
Now I have a fear
The fear of losing a friend
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Jacoblackswife said:
"Button, oh button, oh where hath thou fled?

Did thee tarry too long amongst fabric and thread?

Did thee roll off my bosom and cease to exist?

How I wish I could follow thee into the

mist . . ."


-Severus Snape
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posted over a year ago 
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win.
ThatDamnLlama posted over a year ago
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EPIC win.
BellaCullen96 posted over a year ago
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