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posted by Cinders
 Larry the کدو, لوکی
Larry the Pumpkin
The کدو, لوکی Poem
I shall call it the کدو, لوکی Poem
Because it is short and fat, like Larry
Who also looks like a pumpkin

When I was a junior in high school, I tried to gather together 365 poems together so I could make a calender. Actually, my target was at least four hundred, so I could weed out the bad ones. I lost the introduction that I wrote for my teacher, but these poems are based on random thoughts I'd have at one point یا another throughout the day. Most are funny, some are not. Generally, it's kind of how I like to see life. Happy, amusing, but very precious. So I present to آپ the Unfinished...
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posted by AnaHallam
Never before in the short time Cassie had spent on this earth, had the desire to escape burned so brightly within her. The damp soil clung to her delicate toes as she scampered through the wild, untamed grass. Such that it was miles high. یا so it appeared to her tiny form and limitless imagination. In truth the گھاس merely tickled her knees as it reached up towards the sky in a desperate attempt to grasp just a single کرن, رے of sunlight. Not a blade prevailed.

The sky remained as dark as ever, the sun was not coming today. It rarely did in winter; it simply shrouded itself in rainclouds and...
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posted by Booyahboy
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes



Skeletal Kiss

Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.

Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired سے طرف کی sightless eye.
Words tainted, سے طرف کی the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.

Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.

Love comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.




Ok, be honest, What do آپ guys think?
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Source: Me and paint.
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posted by edward-lover456
The Golden Tear part seven
please tell me if آپ want me to continue in the comments! enjoy!
I waited and waited and I thought the hole thing was a prank
but then Kyle finally can in the room and کہا "I'm sorry Eva there
was a million paschen's آپ must of thought I stud آپ up" I said
"yeah I kinda did but it's okay your here now" and then my mom
and Molly and David walked back into the room. Molly کہا "Mama
Eva we got آپ an ice cream!" and David کہا "yeah if grandma didn't
eat it all" and Mom کہا "ha ha very funny the only thing missing is
the cherries David and Molly" David کہا "Mama Eva...
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I stumbled upon link a while پہلے and decided that some of the points I made in a very long-winded تبصرہ on her poem were valid for the population of writers here on Fanpop, especially but not only beginning writers and those just venturing into the fascinating world of the written word.

I advised dear greek to use مزید concrete تصاویر in her poetry to better express her mostly abstract ideas. (And greek, I hope آپ do not mind me using آپ as an example. If آپ do, please let your offense be known). She had written a lovely poem and titled it "My Life" and while the concept was genuine and...
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posted by TheHiddenCane
She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, مزید importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd بیئر can یا stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...
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posted by Little_Cullen
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, آپ know, money can't buy happiness and if آپ try to buy it your being ripped off... یا something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do آپ think?

A Bag Of Happiness

I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”

He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.

I hurry ہوم and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.