Thanks Rinder. Glad you liked \'em.

You might not call this a poem, but oh well.
~~~~~~~~~
Lillys floating on blood rivers,
tears come to her eyes,
the one she loves is lost,
all of those who die.
~~~~~~~~~

So how was it, I\'m not really good, ok.

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A Forgotten Soldier


Oh, soilder where are you
Oh, Soldier are you out there?
Oh, soldier all lonely out there
Oh, Solider you faced a nightmare

Oh, Soldier you dissapeard
Oh, Soldier you left and reappeard
Oh, Soldier strong and brave
Oh, Soldier you earned a peaceful grave

Oh, Soldier you left my heart in the dust
Oh, Soldier find your way back is a must
Oh, Soldier make it home safe
Oh, Soldier you did it great

In memory of my father who served and died in the war

[Edited on 20-11-2004 by sliceNdice]

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[Edited on 20-11-2004 by sliceNdice]

A Crime Scene



There\'s been a murder,
a woman was killed,
found in a bathtub,
partially filled.

A pair of policemen
went into the house
and thoroughly questioned
the poor woman\'s spouse.

He\'d just come home
from working all night
and found her like that,
a terrible sight.

The younger policeman
looked on with dismay.
He\'d never forget
that terrible day.

He saw the young woman
from behind the door
and empty milk cartons
all over the floor,

scattered strawberries,
slices of fruit,
and spoonfuls of sugar
and honey to boot.

\"Who could have done
this terrible thing?\"
His voice had a horrified,
pitiful ring.

\"Just look at the clues,\"
replied Sargeant Miller.
\"It looks like the work
of a cereal killer.\"

Dang man!!!!! Yall can write a better poem than I can.;D

Happy new year poem.


Happy new year!,to those who will have none,
A wish that knows too well it cannot be.
Perhaps one ought not wish so futilely;
Perhaps one ought, that such not be alone.
Yearning is the price one pays for hope,
Nor can one hope unless one would endure.
Each futile wish makes paradise more sure,
Widening the world\'s supernal scope.
Yet there are those who find such wishes cheap,
Easy substitutes for sacrifice.
A wish for good is more than merely nice,
Restoring winds that stir the unguent deep.



look at the Big letters.



[Edited on 1-1-2005 by SuperMilkChan]

Ode to sweat socks.
sweats socks oh sweat socks
how I love them
they keep me warm and youdon\'t need flem
keeping me warm is what they do
how about you?

XD that was fun

Hello everyone
my name is Necro and I
write poetry too.

Actually that is
completely true. I just like
to write some haiku.

EDIT: whoops silly
me, I left a word in
the second line there.

What I meant to say
is that I don\'t write poems,
unless it\'s haiku.

[Edited on 2-1-2005 by Necro]

I am my friend my enemy and my own demise
you must have that one thought
to constantly be fought
to be rushed is to think that no one is there
no one but the thin air.
when you see the lie you\'ve made
you make a save
for your own grave.
to lie in your own
to own for your lie

PS this was done in the time span of 3 minutes

For the love of god, stop bumping topics!

This topic is like, three years old.

This sucks but I call it, \"Poison Gas\"

Poison gas filled the air
I choked and was near death
Then I took my last breath
Of the cruel poison gas.

shift 7

The scent of death moves across the land
fearing no one but my hand
hear the death chimes melody
see it fly see me weep
with that breath take your last
killing angst with his grasp
Slash away with scythe sheathed
causing me not to breathe
The final words of my decay
Will slowly start to fade away...

I forgot to post this one.

I want you need
you feed off me
what i want you can\'t seem to tell me
the answer I need
for hate to breed
lies within her
but the fear grips too near
for her to show
want to grow with out me

P.S. this one was for some one I like:rolleyes:

Unnamed

Like djinn of Incubus, lust for control
Scorching her womb like death eating her soul
Drunk on her flavour of liquor and sin
Caught and enchanted making my thread dim.

The electrics in her fingertips
paralyze to rape her wine-red lips
Feroucious of gnawing her way falls to hell
With Leviathan and Fenrir\'s collar melding her cell.

\"Mystery\" to \"earth\" are the names on her fore(head)
Absinthed on Bathorian ways of glamoure
Synched of her ways, of oschestric pleasure
Paranoia drowns the slaves whom she held for pure leisure.


and another unnamed:

Her lips sturdy stand
red in touch
coloured in wine
Forth to come embrace their shrine

Depths of hell
Forfeit gainst
those glistening eyes
Of ocean wide and lunar tide

Born under Venus
Where silk met stars
Formed her mask
Neath which angels in sulphur bask

The enchanthing flute
moves cobra hips
Mezmers mine lust
No serpent can ever make just(ice)

Though her smile
like moonbeam to heart
of lycanthroped mad
Converts me to faust clad.

there

[Edited on 9-4-2005 by Protonman]

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Nifty. I like that poem.

And now, if I may practice my legendary copywright infringement....

There once was a man from Peru
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
When he rose in the night, with a terrible fright,
He realized his dream had come true.

: P *Sued by Nickelodeon*