Poetry
Submitted by Lego on Fri, 2007-04-20 08:33.
Poetry Info:If your parents drive you crazy read this
My parents are driving me crazy utterly mad.
My mom tells me to clean my room
My dad says wash the dishes.
Mom says feed the fishes.
I say to myself I only have two hands.
My mom says start cleaning.
My dad says go wash the car.
My mom says bring me the broom.
Dad says mow the lawn.
Mom said please do your home work.
I didn't know what to do!
My dad said get me water here.
Mom said go wash your dog dear.
My dad said go clean your ears.
I was going insane!
Mom said go get your sister from the park.
Dad said get over here.
My mom said get the vacuum.
Submitted by Smallfry on Fri, 2007-04-20 08:28.
Poetry there is 1,000 armies marching,
With their guns arching,
The one with red, white, and blue,
There is not a slight chance of going to bed, they will stick to the war like glue, for thats the American army,
they will attack in a swarmie, there is 1,000 armies marching, There is a leader of thé British, he as a cheater so they beat him with a beater, that made it easy for thé American army to attack, there is 1,000 armies marching,
There once was a general of Iraq, he gave on order to attack, but the Americans did win, sweet sweet Victory,
there is 1,000 armies marching, the French shooktory when the Americans attacked, for there is 1,000 armies marching, so as you can see we really are a united country
Submitted by Smallfry on Thu, 2007-04-19 08:39.
Poetry In the galapagos,
close to the sea,
there's a marine dragon waiting for me,
for he is good to ride,
just put his saddle a little toward the side,
He'll take me to Peru,
if we're lucky ducky he will take me to Karoo,
then we might see a kangaroo,
for there is a marine dragon waiting for me,
I'll feed him some toast,
then he'll have a reason to boast,
for there is a marine dragon wating for me,
I will scrub his scales see see here,
and so you see,
there's a marine dragon waiting for me,
Okay for that's all I had to say,
because me & he are getting tired of thee,
for there's a marine dragon waiting for me.
Submitted by Smallfry on Thu, 2007-04-19 08:37.
Poetry Do you hear those bells?
you can hear them ringing in the wells,
They're coming straight from heaven,
like bait,
to capture our loved one's soul to be with God,
OR,
you go to be with the devil,
it's like a burning hole,
so do you hear those bells?
they come from angels,
around their belt,
they knelt by the coffin,
they will be by your side,
then all of a sudden your spirit will glide among the clouds going to live everlasting life,
but down here it's like a penetrating knife,
when you're gone,
for we hear your angel's bells.
Submitted by Smallfry on Tue, 2007-04-17 08:50.
Poetry In the glistening wind,
In the scorching desert,
God sends his word,
And we sat and we heard,
What he said was quite absurd,
The sparkling water with graceful fish, the tropical rainforest full of beautiful amphibians, reptiles, mammals,
most beatiful of all the UNICORN,?
above all we were concerned,
for we never saw such things as UNICORN,
Phenominal, true,
for the concern grew,
for what he said was where did my graceful unicorn go,
Then the wind and the sun were left questioned, yet the moon and the stars left puzzled,
nobody quite knew of a unicorn,
So all that science led to was a mystical creature unseen, unknown,
Submitted by snowflake on Tue, 2007-04-10 08:42.
Poetry Like the mountains as high in the sky the river stream runs through the valley. While the sky whispers to the mountain you can hear the river flowing, it sounds so sweet.
It is nice to look down at the town and listen, but the one thing you can't hear is horses. The wind is sad for it cannot hear any horses, "They are gone," said the river.
NO! They can't be, for they are our only hope. They stand for being wild and free. It seems like they ran off the face of the earth.
Some people that have horses don't really want them. They use them for work or just to show them. We need to protect them, like they need us too. The thing you have not learned is horses are so much more than what you think of them. They are the best helpers that you can have.
Submitted by Shadow.T on Mon, 2007-04-02 08:57.
Poetry Chants in a Million
God is the father. God is his son.
God is the victory that all evil shuns.
God of the mighty. God of the weak.
God is the mystery that all searchers seek.
God is the father. God is his son.
God has the power of a million plus suns.
God is the spirit glue in the gum.
God is the single. God is the sum.
God is the father. God is his son.
God is the artist whose tall tale is spun.
God is transcendence, the ghost and the spook.
God is the history that all churches spruik.
God is the father. God is his son.
And daughters are mothers to whores as to nuns.
Submitted by Frenzy on Thu, 2007-03-22 08:17.
Poetry My mom used to tell me: Keep on going reach your goal, then you'll reach the top and rule.
Whenever I went to my grandpa's farm he used to tell me: In the meadow there is much more to see, then just birds flying towards me.
Whenever I felt sad my grandma used to say: Heart to heart hand in hand, together we are two flowers on a vine, holding hands.
Sometimes when I had tests my dad would tell me: If you passed the hard test, you may be able to do the rest.
Submitted by Hockey21 on Fri, 2007-03-09 09:26.
Poetry My Valentines roll down the hall.
I lost my Valentines.
I think my Valentines is odd.
I left my candy outside. It is cold. The clock says it is time for Valentines.
A ghost said it is time for candy.
I cost my friend's Valentines.
My Valentines cross the ocean.
I fold my Valentines.
My cards fall off the dock.
I told my Valentines I was mad.
I used cloth for a card.
I post my cards to people.
My cards are frost. I messed my cards up. My cards are soft.
I fold all my cards.
I got scold.
Submitted by Frenzy on Wed, 2007-03-07 09:35.
Poetry My mom used to tell me: Keep on going. Reach your goal, then you'll reach the top and rule.
Whenever I went to my grandpa's farm he used to tell me: In the meadow there is much more to see, than just birds flying towards me.
Whenever I felt sad my grandma used to say: Heart to heart, hand in hand, together we are two flowers on a vine holding hands.
Sometimes when I had tests my dad would tell me: If you past the hard test, you may be able to do the rest.
Submitted by Puffypuff on Thu, 2007-01-18 09:22.
Poetry Math may be cool.
Math may be not so cool.
You should always do math.
It's for you to get smart every day in your life.
So do math. Stick with it. Don't give up.
One more thing, math is real good for your brain.
And sometimes your brain may or may not hurt.
But to me my brain doesn't hurt.
Submitted by Frenzy on Wed, 2007-01-17 14:54.
Poetry Martin Luther King Jr.
If you want to make a speech.
Be just like Martin Luther King.
Martin Luther King Jr. was a person who didn't believe
in violence.So one day he had a dream and he told every one about it.
Submitted by Puffypuff on Thu, 2007-01-11 09:32.
Poetry stand up for your self
never let them get to you.
make them be scared of you.
never back down when a friend needs you.
let the them be the little ones and you the be good one.
never let them talk to you.
never be scared stick up to yourself.
Submitted by Frenzy on Wed, 2006-12-20 14:50.
Poetry Reach Your Goal
Keep on going reach your goal,
then you'll reach the top and rule.
Much More To See
In the meadow, there is much
more to see, then birds flying at me.
Together We Stand
Heart in heart, hand in hand.Together we are
to flowers on a vine holding hands.
Put Your Mind To It
If you past the hard test.
You may be able to do the rest.
Submitted by Frenzy on Fri, 2006-12-01 09:34.
Poetry When you're gone.
When you are gone. I am still here, right by your side whispering in your ear.
Sweet roses.
Roses are red, violets are blue. Families are sweet, and you can be too.
Don't be sad.
When everything is sad, look on the bright side and don't be mad.
When I'm old.
When I get old, I will be ill. But you will be there to make sure I'm well.
I'm always there for you.
When you are not mad.
I am glad.
When you are sad.
I will always be there
for you. When you are alone,
Submitted by Tornado on Thu, 2006-09-28 08:29.
Poetry Winter is coming
Get ready for it,
Turn on the lantern
because it would be
dark at night.
Winter is coming
Get ready for it.
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