Hi there ladies and gents!! So I wanted to post some poems I wrote and see what you guys thought! I'll also be posting short stories in the fanfic section I just need to find out themes, characters, etc.. So here's the first poem I'll post. I wrote it when I was younger (very young) but I thought it was cute. Please be kind but also be a critic! So criticize me in the nicest way possible lol! Ok here ya go it's called Him His quirky little smirk, The way he wrinkles his nose, When he acts out a particular quirk, My love for him grows. The way he giggles is quite cute. When he teases me about the lakers. We both play basketball; yeah he can shoot. My affection for him is measured in acres. He doesn't feel the same. And I doubt he ever will. It's a dream to high to for me to aim A love that'll make me ill. I'm in trouble as you can see. Struck by Cupid; oh he's so smart! To be honest only he holds the key, To a little thing called my heart. I doubt he'll ever open it, For I am me But I shouldn't have a fit. Maybe one day he'll see differently. I hope you guys like it it's kinda old and cheesy I wrote this a few years ago and touched it up a bit please positive and constructive criticism only thanks xx
Remember what I said. Don't post poems unless you are willing to maybe get your feelings hurt. You said it was fine. So, don't ask people to be kind. another Hermes poem
Don't know just wanted to post another one to see if people would post there own works And yes I know I'm ready for it I put it there to lighten up people!
And for anyone wondering (though i'm pretty sure you guys should know) the lakers are a basketball team
I have a chicken. His name is Frank. Potatoes \(^_^)/ Hermes poems are awesome! This deserves the Hermes stamp! Ꮋཇའཀཇཧ @Ꭲ_Ꮇ
What shines on the Day And lives on behind the bay What brings light to our house What scares away the mouse What can we say It's the sun It's the only way to cook a bun
A love so cold You left me when your soul was sold I tried to be bold, Wanted to be your mold but you pushed me away to decay alone But I left that day, and I'm up again Old friend, old lover, never wanted another Now I'm a loner I'll fly by myself with no help Face the worlds whelps Back to The end and the shep The history is a mystery that I kept Put it in a bottle and let it fade into the depths I will no longer be known as the one who wept Because you, my love, I have left