So I figured I'd upload my poetry I had to do for my G8 english class,I just got into this uploading mood...Not much to say here,I got like an 80% or so in itUser:Serprex24:2:2007
Those Little Devils...Edit
Luck of the DrawEdit
Music to the EarsEdit
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RUB IXC UBE
Death is Around the Corner...Edit
Doom dreads daringly
Rabbits run ravingly
Beware of Dogs!!!Edit
Dogs dash dangerously
Water waves weekly
Cats claw crazilly
Flames flare furiously
Humans harm hatefully
Dylan Thomas PortraitEdit
Did you ever see a snow flake?
feather-falling, cold-piercing, soft-brushing
The park lay empty...
Litter was on main display...
Ready to kill you!
Deep Blue SeaEdit
Preparing to hit shore
Feline or K9?Edit
The Laugh of Doom...Edit
A laugh sprang throughout the field
The laugh was one of mischief, it made all who heard it yield
It was the laugh of doom
It was no myth, it swept away life like a broom
For none were ever healed
Beware of Stomach Acid!Edit
All balugas contain dairy eventually for gigantic hypertensions. illogical? Just kiss little MicMuffins notoriously, or powdered quail, repulsive? See? Try utilise, vanely, wax...Xenograph yourself...ZAP!!!
That old toad,
jumps over puddles which are at least 3% algea,but no more then 10% algea and have a minimum diameter of half its circumference,
in areas within 10 kilometers, but no closer than 2 kilometers of an altitude equal to the longitude which when multiplied are multiples of 4,
on every other even-dayed Wednesday, in odd months of years, who are of a multiple of seven for the last three digits...
because he is old, crazy and bored...
I do not understand...Edit
I do not understand how disputes between nations must lead to violence
I do not understand how nations must compete for resources and let the weak die
I do not understand how we can let the weak die and only give them a word of gratitude,yet nothing they need
I do not understand how those with what the weak need can just throw it away,too hard is it to give
But I do understand that those with power do what I don't understand because they can't share their power
Zap had a broken tap
Zap's tap wrecked his cheesy wrap
Zap couldn't take eating wet cheese!
Zap just couldn't take it...
Zap was gonna snap!!!
Zap was zapped...
Metallic signs lay about, half melted by the radiation blazing about...
Roads lay shattered, carbon bodies burnt against them...
Buildings lay on the ground, any left were shattered along the horizon...
Forests lay scorched and cut,dry ponds lay filled with dead fish...
The sky above rained with black rain, poisoning all it embraced...
All this,flooded by the heat...
All this destruction lay buried beneath the now raised sea...
If only humanity had not learned the power of the atom...
All this,for power...
All this destruction painted across this small world...
Drifting,it now lay dead...
If only humanity had never built steel...
Or their society...
Or their intelligence and greed...
If only humanity had not wished for more...
Maybe then, this would not have occured...
Maybe then, the hands of the dead would not be stained red...
Because if evil truly exists, it would be humanity...
Because if greed truly exists, it would be humanity...
Because the need for power can never be met...
And this is what lay behind us now...
A dead civillisation of chaos lay buried beneath the sea, shattered by the ones who created it...
For that, is all we can ask...
The sun shone down
Why must it be today?
A road lay ahead, we were to sew death's gown
I stared down at my array
What power I faced, what power I held
What we held would let out death's ray
Blasts spread though, blood and dirt began to meld
What we had called forth was terrible
It all began to weld
Free as a bird...
I can write any poem I want...
Why even write a poem?
Why is a good thing to ask...
So this is my Free Verse I guess...
Writing in Free Verse of why I should use a Free Verse...
And the answer is...
It is a bit more of a philosophy, it states one motive and it talks of itself, such there is not a single rule
The Deck of LifeEdit
Deals are dealt constantly, and we must play with what we get.
-Such vexs us and we are left abash.
--For those dealt well have power with the cards they hold.
---But those not dealt well have no powers, no trumps to play.
---So why do we still play? Why do we take the cards in this way?
--Could we not decide to play another hand, to pass? Must they be left in the cold?
-Why are the odds so vast? Those with a bad deal can only cheat to win, could they not be given the cash?
For all with a good hand, had to cheat for it. So this game we play is the cheater's game, any who act by the rules set will only lose. We play the game of Life, and it plays with many decks. We all have to try get what we can get, for that is the only way that we can get into the elites, who have made a very unfair bet.
Rhymes with an abcd-dcba pattern
First 4 verses are 1 sentence
Next 3 are 2 questions per verse
Last verse has no limit.
I had to write a poem for a baby-shower,and poems of knifes just don't cut it I guess...So all these poems are titled "Baby"
will bring joy(woe)
in your home
because it is packed with life(hysteria)
Ready to run free(Ready to bite you...)
Dylan Thomas PortraitEdit
Did you ever see a baby?