Literary Outputs: Mainly Poems 

Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by Wreck-It-Ralph, Jul 10, 2012.

  1. Huh well not as many spelling mistakes than I thought....and I have to go cuz my mom is making me do math
     
  2. My best poems? Haha..
    Well I mean if you want me to..
     
  3. Lone wolf stirs on stygian night
    Amber eye glows wise with fright
    Cold winds blow from northen height
    Amber eyes know the one true sight.

    I just came up with this :)
    Hopefully my English is good enough that it makes sense :D
    Enjoy :)
     
  4. Best friends forever that's what I say! Best friends forever we hang all day, best friends forever ur fun an cool , best friends forever we make guys droll , best friends forever yep it's true , best friends forever Amanda that's you !!!! By: Laura a. B
     
  5. I want you too CPT
     
  6. How now brown cow
     
  7. Time goes on
    But here I stay
    I cannot move
    I wait another day

    Lying here
    Im holding on
    To something worthless
    But ill be strong

    No one comes
    To be with me
    As i slowly fall
    Into the sea

    I try to fight it
    But im to weak
    I let it take me
    To what it seeks

    Im no longer there
    Stuck in that place
    ill somehow get back
    But its not a race



    I know im not a very good poet but what the hay....
     
  8. Let's play pretend,
    You can be my make-believe friend.
    We live under the same roof, you and me,
    One you need to unlock with a key.

    You've been the apple of everyone's eyes,
    With your china-doll complexion and your golden hair,
    While I was a raggedy ann,
    Being thrown here and there.

    They never loved me like they did for you,
    While they threw me in the box, waiting for me to rot.
    I want to deny the facts, they're too bitter to be true,
    But then again, when was the truth ever not?

    Dear sister, look at me.
    I'm painted green with hatred and envy.
    Paint the dollhouse crimson red and sickly green,
    As I succumb to my death and jealousy.
    --

    Meh.
     
  9. Chloe!  i love your poems...
     
  10. Winter
    Fuck it's cold
     
  11. See the happy moron
    He doesn't give a damn
    I wish I was a moron
    My god... Perhaps I am.
     
  12. As long as you love me
    I'll stay by your side
    I'll be your companion
    Your friend and your guide

    As long as you love me
    As long as you care
    I'll do anything for you
    I'll go anywhere

    I'll bring you the sunshine
    I'll comfort your fears
    I'll gather up rainbows
    To chase all your tears

    As long as forever
    My love will be true
    For as long as you love me
    I'll only love you. 
     
  13. My friend is fat
    He says I'm fat too
    I said he owns an orbit
    I owned him good

    He felt so sad
    But also amused
    He paid me for lessons
    But he is still noob

    I will continue this poem quite soon
    To continue amusing max-cady-of-blue
     
  14. I'm at this point,
    Where I'm almost done.
    And yet I struggle
    To complete this one.
    I'm trying to find
    A solace motivation
    To get me through
    This fortunate situation.
    And as I ponder
    On all the ways,
    I can escape fulfilling
    These boring essays,
    I hear a small voice
    Through all my mental mess,
    Calling me out
    Of my worry and stress.
    I may not like my predicament,
    Yet I will soldier on
    And complete this assignment.
     
  15.  I'd post the one I had published, but it's not a rhyming poem, and it's very long 
     
  16. Essence~

    From the Essence of life and far,
    when we cannot understand.
    I may be a fool, but life is too cruel,
    to know the meaning of someone like you.

    You continue circling, without no path, and your heart never ceases to exist, and you always want them to see your wrath. The paint splatters everywhere, and the tears of the forest, we're never there.

    The leaves fall, and sides stand, and jealousy and envy will go out of hand.
    I'm not to judge of whats at the end of the string, but beauty can only mean one thing.

    Your slipping, and the young grow restless, of what each step you take, and the broken in the light will always be at stake.

    Essence grows tired, of your withers and cries, and sometimes you only wish of feeling nothing of the night.

    I may be a fool but life is too cruel, to know the meaning of someone like you.