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posted by Cinders
Larry the Pumpkin
Larry the Pumpkin
The Pumpkin Poem
I shall call it the Pumpkin 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 or 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 you the Unfinished...
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Sophia was not like ordinary children. She did not run as fast, nor dress the same, or even live in the same kind of house. In fact, Sophia was never a child inside from the age of five. On the eve of her fifth birthday, she had gone to bed, as weary and happy as ever, but, unlike most children of age five, she did not have peaceful dreams of butterflies and fairies all in a meadow together. In truth, she had a terrible nightmare, one that should not come to children of that age.
She dreamt of a bus, not a school bus, or one that people use to get off and on again and again, but a black, shiny...
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One of the few rap songs I like. The lyrics are awesome and so true.
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posted by bratski2192
I posted this on facebook a few hours ago. It's a tribute to my grandfather, Paul, who died last year & his birthday would be today (6/30).

You are the best person ever
One day we all will once again be together.

You are so silly & one of a kind
If anyone didn't love you, they'd have to be blind.

Your one-liners are still carried on
They're so funny, & I know you're not gone.

So, Grandpa: Happy 71st birthday
You're in our hearts, not far away.

NOTE: I love you, Grandpa. R.I.P. <3
-Donna Lee
posted by HaleyDewit
I can’t get no reach of you
You want me with you
Then you push me away
And I can’t get no clear view
From these bloodshot windows
In your eyes

I’m torn left and right
You can’t seem to make up your mind
When will you drop your disguise
And show me your inner side

I can hear what you say
But it doesn’t make any sense
When you say you love me
Then swallow the words back in
I’m tired of this game
Will you just pick a side
If you don’t wanna lose me
Make up your mind


You treat me like a queen
Then you look at me
Like I’m dirt on your shoes
And you say the sweetest things
Then you talk to me
Like I’m...
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Here are two poems i wrote a while ago, one was out of anger towards my sister and the other one was self loathing (i was having a bad day i'm not always like that)

I’m sick of these tears
That drip upon my face
With my head held low
I feel like a disgrace
I’m sick of all these arguments
Where only I get hurt
Not just by your words
Which are always so curt
But because I’m the one
Who's always in trouble
If it takes two to tango
How come the trouble isn’t double
Enough about the arguments
I have more to address
Because the way you treat me
Is just a mess
You have rules
And that’s fine with me
But what...
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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, you know, money can't buy happiness and if you try to buy it your being ripped off... Or something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do you 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 home and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
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