Beginnings and endings
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Last but not least, May never finish the feast, At the end of the line, There's so little time. (A poem about tardiness? Where did that come from?)
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Time after time sun hides behind cloud whispering words incredibly loud (this is really stupid, I know...)
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Loud is the chorus Soft is her personality White are the linens Black are the thoughts
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Thoughts swirling in my mind, My cell phone I simply cannot find, Torn about is my room, My cell phone has met its ultimate doom. (dun, dun, dun, duuuun. I can't find it!)
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Doom of the soul came across the land, you are standing there to dig it in the sand.
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Sand washed away, Gone for ever, From this day, My heart you shall sever. (I'd have preferred a "like" before "sand" but it's alright) (isn't poetry fun?)
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Severed rope of silence caused the dawn in lost valley, golden twitter of leaves fly lazy in a dally. (I really enjoy it!)
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Dally the time away, So that we can go and play, You surely must want to hurry, Else you're lemon curry. ((((Lemon curry? What?! Honestly...I don't know where half of this comes from...))))
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Crossover Genius:
((((Lemon curry? What?! Honestly...I don't know where half of this comes from...))))
Curry is the taste of evening When the lamps light up, Every thought is slowly passing Drowning in the cup.
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Cup, half empty half full My life must be so dull Thinking about thinking, Write a new posting. (ha! Boredom draws me to extreme lengths. This is a fun thread...)
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Posting in here is my life I'm starting ot be useless wife.
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Kiriwana:
Posting in here is my life I'm starting ot be useless wife.
(awww!) Wife is Jane Here name is Eyre, This rhyme is lame, That much is clear. (I've got Jane Eyre on the mind. Finished it this morning. Jane/lame = no rhyme. Erye/clear = no rhyme. Poetry = fail) <CG>
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Clear as the sky were her eyes The girl with the flaxen hair Her life cut short, to her demise Now a husband with despair. ...I think I just described Linda a bit. O_O
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Despair and desolation, Is where she turned, In her desperation, She soon...expired? (No, no...expired doesn't rhyme...burned? Yeah...that works...)
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Expired, her life cut short She was a woman who persevere (Yeah yeah, bad grammar. Ok.) Her husband was a main support He loved her like...Martha his dear?
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Dear and true, As violets are blue, Nice and sweet, Cheeries can't be beat. (spoofed one of my previous poems I woke up with in my head: Roses are red, Violets are blue Cheeries are sweet, And so are you)
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Beat the rush, beat the heat Get into the cooling heat An oxymoron, you might say But I do it everyday!
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(@angryninja: I'm officially jealous of your rhythmical poetry) Everyday leaves something to want, And I eternally they seem to taunt, Oh, to be free from it all, Would just break down the wall, And my mind worries shan't haunt. (...5 lines. Overachiever!!)
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Crossover: Aww, why thank ye! -blushes- Haunted is the room where ghosts dwell And the devil that taunts in Hell. Flaring the oh so fiery soul Enough to light up...coal?
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Coal is what naughty children get And I shan't recieve some quite yet For I aspire to give my mood a lift John and George's guitars as a gift! (the great thing about the Beatles is, every holiday is totally covered. No question about what to get!)