Poetry

[FrAgGEr]

Bump because i had a poetry project. A loving huge one.

Name Change Day

There was once a man named Bob,
He liked to eat corn on the cob.
Bob went downtown one day
To discover his real name was Jay.

Jay was angry so he drove away.
He went uptown and joined the mob.
The mobsters gave him a nick name he could not forget.
His name was now Schmidt.

Schmidt was so confused,
But he had remembered what was on the news
It was name change day.
T’was very horrible one might say.

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[SuperSnake117]

Bump because i had a poetry project. A loving huge one.

Name Change Day

There was once a man named Bob,
He liked to eat corn on the cob.
Bob went downtown one day
To discover his real name was Jay.

Jay was angry so he drove away.
He went uptown and joined the mob.
The mobsters gave him a nick name he could not forget.
His name was now Schmidt.

Schmidt was so confused,
But he had remembered what was on the news
It was name change day.
T’was very horrible one might say.

lolol

[Doorman]

Bump because i had a poetry project. A loving huge one.

Name Change Day

There was once a man named Bob,
He liked to eat corn on the cob.
Bob went downtown one day
To discover his real name was Jay.

Jay was angry so he drove away.
He went uptown and joined the mob.
The mobsters gave him a nick name he could not forget.
His name was now Schmidt.

Schmidt was so confused,
But he had remembered what was on the news
It was name change day.
T’was very horrible one might say.

Hehe.

[Colten]

Bump because i had a poetry project. A loving huge one.

Name Change Day

There was once a man named Bob,
He liked to eat corn on the cob.
Bob went downtown one day
To discover his real name was Jay.

Jay was angry so he drove away.
He went uptown and joined the mob.
The mobsters gave him a nick name he could not forget.
His name was now Schmidt.

Schmidt was so confused,
But he had remembered what was on the news
It was name change day.
T’was very horrible one might say.

I only liked the first verse

[SuperSnake117]

first verse

rhyme time?

[Kevin]

This is cool dude.... ive wrote some but i dont really want to share it.... (i might...)


Also The Lines Ive Drawn is awsome...

[Randomguy]

Here's a poem I had to write for school. It's somewhat small, and I was limited by the instructions, but I think it's alright.

One night, as I went to bed,
I spied someone outside my door.
His pale figure floated above the floor,
And his translucent body filled me with dread.

I arose to greet my eerie friend,
But was surprised as I passed through him.
He stood as stone, his expression grim,
Cold and white, then gone with the wind.

[Doorman]

Oh, I like it. :D

[Bones4]

Here's a poem I had to write for school. It's somewhat small, and I was limited by the instructions, but I think it's alright.

One night, as I went to bed,
I spied someone outside my door.
His pale figure floated above the floor,
And his translucent body filled me with dread.

I arose to greet my eerie friend,
But was surprised as I passed through him.
He stood as stone, his expression grim,
Cold and white, then gone with the wind.

Hehe.

[IceBlue]

A lovey Italian,
With Balls like a stallion.

I HAVE CREATED ART :V

[Khorde]

Not being mean at you, being mean at poetry.

Poetry is for nerds...

Every song you hear, is actually a poem, a musical poem.
So, you've just called all rock bands, pop and R&B, rap, techno, metal, and classical musicians, nerds.

[oromis]

personally i like certain types of poetry, not a fan though

this is pretty nice though

[WhoDa?]

While a bird was flying by,
And while I was saying "goodbye",
I can barely remember, it was like hell,
The last thing I heard, it was a train bell,
Deep voice sounds out of nowhere,
They screamed; "away from there!",
The stone was out of wood
And everywhere was my blood.

[Azerath]

I laugh at your stupidity.
You have proved your lack of mind.
you think you cool, but obviously,
your one of the brain dead kind.

Your come backs are all curses.
Why do you think that makes you tough?
You blabber like poisoned horses,
all you do is bluff.
Why am I here?
Why am I alive?
Why do I care?
Why do I feel high?

What is the cause of this deepness?
What will become of me later?
What is with the sheepishness?
What am I doing here?

Where will I be in 50 years?
Where will everyone go to?
Where are the old times I shared?
Where am I, and who?

Who are all the people doing bad?
Who are the people that suffer every day?
Who are the people that got so mad?
Who is the one to say?

When did all the tragedies occur?
When did people lose care for the Earth?
When did people even try to care?
When will my questions actually be bared?

How do you expect us to get along?
How did the population grow so much?
How do people deal with bad songs?
How do people feel real touch?

Why is the world getting so bad?
What is the cause for all the crap that we have?
Where do you expect us to get in a year?
Who are the ones that actually listen, and hear?
When will people actually do something, instead of drink beer?
How can we live with anti-naturists here?
I'm sorry for my actions,
I'm sorry I was mean,
but my mood is in a tension,
and I feel like I'm hanging.

I'm walking on a beam,
so thin that it shakes,
above a giant stream,
that decides my mood swings.
Black for anger,
and blue for depression,
Only the middle,
will keep me in happiness.
You feel tired, yet awake,
you want to stay up,
but it's late.

You change to your comfort,
you prepare for your rest.
You go into your bed,
and stick like a magnet.

You yawn, and tumble,
until you get the right spot.
You lay still till you sleep,
ready to count sheep.

Suddenly destruction,
decay, and deranged,
come dreams of abduction,
and oceans of shame.

You suffer the nightmares,
struggling through the snares.
You tumble and you shake,
then you suddenly awake.

You feel hot and sweaty,
your bed became messy.
Your limbs become shaky,
your continually baking.

You rest your head one finally time,
but get awoken by that annoying chime,
with a bright light that hurts your eyes.
The annoying beeps,
which make your ears ring,
is all it takes,
to spoil a morning.

[Lua]

forget Azerath...Good stuff.