Topic: Some of my Poems | |
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Something I wrote 10yrs ago...
I like you When I see your eyes I feel like I can fly At night I dream Dream of me and you You and I together Everyday I see you I'm on cloud 9 I can't get you off my mind Only time will tell if my dreams shall come true for I truly like you. |
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Here is one I wrote when I was grounded in 8th grade:
Beyond these 4 walls Beyond these walls I have no life Nothing at all No protection No feelings No life beyond these four little white walls Inside these walls are my protection feelings and life. No one can intrude into these walls without my consent. Without my consent, intruders ruin my life if they intrude. They ruin my life forever Without these walls I have nothing I have nothing beyond or outside of these walls Beyond these walls I cannot survive. |
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Ah, Ode to being a grounded teenager Thanks for sharing them both.
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very nice. Do you write a lot?
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Here is a love poem
Love is..... Love is cruel Love is Kind Love is true Love is Blind Love is Sweet Love is Sour Love is like a precious flower Love is you Love is me Love for us was meant to be |
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I haven't wrote in a while.. I do some every now and then but nothing much in a while..
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Nice...you should start writing more...I would love to read more of them...
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Here are some I wrote when I used to be in a suicidal state as a teen..
Death 1 Red as Blood Dark as Night It enjoys its every bite Nor Night and day Nothing can stand in the way For it loves to kill And make time stand still It won't ever die Till the end of time So watch out for death And don't expect the best Death 2 Death is a great wish For life I will never miss So come to me And you will see That dead is the way to be For no one will miss me Cause all they did was use me Use me for their pleasure But didn't want to hear me all together. |
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I am taking these out of a book I wrote them in.. Some are sooo childish. lol
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This is one from 8th Grade:
Chorus The coice of children The songs of birds These are makers of chorus Chorus is the sound of spring Chorus is a beautiful thing It is in every language The chouris is a beautiful sound of school Children.. |
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Don't remember why or when I wrote this one. I never even had a dad around either... lol
Hell Next To Death Hell away from home where it is hell I met a boy I loved so. Well he took my heart away and now he wants to set me free. He set a girl upon his lap and told her things he never told me. I went to cry upon my bed not a word to my mother was said. My dad came home late that night and looked for me left and right up in my roo mthe door he broke down found me hanging from a rope on the ground a note was found and said: Dig a grave Dig it deep Place a statue beaneath my feet In the statue place a dove to tell the world I died for love (farewell, showwell) |
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Some sappy roses are red poems:
Roses are Red That is true Roses aren't blue That is why I love you!! Roses are Red Violets are Blue If love is true then I love you Roses are love Violets are true That's how I feel When I am near you!! Roses are Red Violets are Blue Shoo Shoo I love you.. |
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thank you all..
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ah
to be a grounded teenager again I kinda miss those days sick isn't it lmao |
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lol yeah..
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Here is a poem I wrote for a friend:
Look at that Cowboy The One over there The one with the gorgeous stare He knows to how to look with those wranglers tight And knows how to wear that cowboy hat just right Oh how the stars are jealous Of how much I see the stars In the Cowboy that I am with tonight.. |
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One that came to mind in another area:
To the precious ones that I love YOu are all that I hold dear For when you are not near There are many things that I fear I need you close to me For being near you is just pure ecstasy I love it when you touch me just right and I just can't seem to sleep thru the night Without your touch and without your love all seems lost in the fog. |
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memories of times past are sweet and bitter at the same time
it is nice to go back if only for a look... |
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ty kc. I usually have to have something to write on at all times just in case somthing comes to mind..
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