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  • Nine Vuuren (8/3/2014 12:10:00 PM) Post reply

    Sometimes I can be a real poetaster, but I enjoy writing poems, so I keep writing poems.

    My friend wrote this poem:


    You are very boring.
    I just want to keep snoring.
    I want to sleep
    and I won't make a peep.

    What can I do?
    Maybe I can throw a shoe...
    I am so bored
    I can win a reward!

    I want to cry,
    but not fly!
    I want to do something
    it can't be nothing!

    You are very cool,
    so don't make me drool.
    You are like a crook,
    so stop reading that book! !

    I want to play
    don't take my fun away!
    This is the end,
    so goodbye my friend!

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Snehanair Manikkath (7/24/2014 12:26:00 PM) Post reply

    relish my poem embellished doll, share it with me, friends

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Andile Mthembu (7/19/2014 10:38:00 AM) Post reply

    I am new here... Please check out my new poem 'Stolen heart' _thanx

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Marisa Eutsler (6/19/2014 8:26:00 AM) Post reply

    i have resently posted a poem called " Save The Falllen Beauties" please go and read/ comment :) thanks

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Keith Sifelani (6/10/2014 4:11:00 PM) Post reply

    Mix a dough of selfishness in a bowl
    Pour in a cupful of vulgar lunguage and bullying,
    Stir carefully.
    Mix two days in dentention
    Wait for four years.
    Serve with a cupfull of tears.

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Marisa Eutsler (5/13/2014 8:11:00 AM) Post reply | Read 5 replies

    Peer out my window
    Look out just to see
    Gone has the white snow
    Its finally done chasing me.

    Winter has disappeared
    Sun in the sky
    The bitter cold I much fear
    I wave the icy flakes goodbye.

    The ground is warm
    Now the perfect soil
    Bees buzz and swarm
    My plan no one can foil.

    The grass is green
    Rivers at their flow
    Birds chirping I’ve seen
    Oh so quite does the wind blow.

    Plant all the seeds
    Water them good
    The flowers have their needs
    I smiled where I stood

    For what I looked upon
    Was the most beautiful sight
    Tea whistling at the dawn
    The blooms swaying in delight.

    The heaven that I speak of
    Excepts every single pardon
    As lovely as the dove
    For this is my garden.

    - - - - - - - - - -go to this poem and comment please

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  • Rookie - 1st Stage Bob Smith (5/13/2014 12:16:00 AM) Post reply

    A Crowned King

    A single striking figure in the sky
    Abandoned, alone, but flying high

    He lands alone, on a roof that's near
    His daring crow's song rings in my ear

    Defiant, he stands there upon his throne
    He cares not that his friends are done

    In this harsh world he is all but forgotten
    In this harsh world his strength is all too uncommon

    - Please comment-

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Primrose Tee (5/2/2014 3:41:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    in my heart thats where u belong
    with you i feel lyk l own the world
    cause u my world
    nthn else matters
    yours truly
    with love

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  • Rookie - 1st Stage ~lovely No One~ (5/2/2014 11:04:00 AM) Post reply

    Lost By ~Lovely No One~

    I have not ever been so lost,
    I know not what to do.
    I use to think that being a child,
    That was the worst thing to be..
    Oh gods, now..
    I know that is not true.
    I was able to run away as a child,

    No, I can't run away.
    I still hear the voice,
    I hear what they call me,
    What they say,
    I don't klnow what to do,
    I really don't. I think,
    That more than ever..

    I need a guided help.
    You use to make me feel so important,
    I wonder, do you remember that?

    This was so long ago,
    It does seem that,
    Time does fly.

    I can't seem to remember if you where even real,
    Please let me know that you were.
    All I want to know,

    How do I make it not hurt?
    All the voice and what they say,
    All the haterd they point towards my way.

    How do I make it stop,
    How do I make them see..

    I am human, and I am...

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Marisa Eutsler (5/2/2014 9:49:00 AM) Post reply

    by: Marisa Eutsler

    I lay in my bed
    windows cracked and shattered
    they wished I were dead
    as they petered and pattered

    My covers are white and blank
    there has been no rain
    whispered around like I’m some skank
    there’s nothing to ease the pain

    blood drips down the walls
    holes are in the ceiling
    my hand trembles and falls
    I’ve lost all of my feeling

    you crept in the corner
    avoiding my eyes
    you acted as a foreigner
    I ate up the lies

    my cup no longer full
    I drank it all down
    I’m so tired of the bull
    such a stupid clown

    its time for my life to end
    pull the trigger of death
    these broken pieces cannot mend
    maybe its from all the meth

    here I am whispering goodbye
    you wave with a nasty grin
    I pop the pills and sigh
    dear lord, forgive my sin.

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