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I got bored and gloomy, so I turned back to Nursery rhymes, meddled abit and voila! Instant depression artilery.


~Pain Pain Go Away~

Pain pain go away,
Come back on Black Saturday.
Pain pain go away,
Little devil wants to play.

Pain pain go away,
My skin don't you dare flay.
Pain pain go away,
My body's already encased in clay.

Pain pain go away,
My beard's all wisp and gray.
Pain pain go away,
Spare me from all the dismay.

Now, just don't go around telling kids about it. I don't want mothers knowcking on my door and killing me.

If any of you have Poem requests, Moi would be glad to do it, since I'm bored senseless, and depressed to my wits.

Pain Pain go Away is pretty catchy.

This is the only line that doesn't flow awesomely:
My skin don't you dare flay.

It's only a slight hiccup, and overall this is catchy and fun - which are core traits for nursery rhymes.

I heard something about a Dystopia poem. . . .
*winkwinkhinthint*

Ah yes, the Dystopia Poem. Working on it right now as I type.

hehehe... Mav wants in on the poem action...

Nice work m8, gonna tell the Pain Pain Go Away to a little kid, see what happens.

Nah, just kidding (maby..)

Britain...ah Britain. Well I don't have any plans....maybe an alliance.

I'm playing devil's advocate, deal with it.

It was to originally include Airborne Infantry, but the failure at crete made Hitler BAN all Airborne Invasions from ever taking plane.

Ah yes, the Dystopia Poem. Working on it right now as I type.

Its not the ACTUAL Dystopia poem, is it?

Np m8, maby Goering gets assininated by Brit spys? Then the spys get caught. And the Graf Spee never should get scuttled. Same with the Bismark. Damn swordfish torpedo planes...

Im German Doncha Know :P

German Mav? I thought all Germans hate Hitler and Nazi Germany. -_-|

Just posting the poem I wrote for the Poetry Contest this week.

Storm in me

The nightmares cloud my thoughts,
All the vicious battles I have fought.
If only you know the turmoil in me,
Give me salvation to set them free.

A psychological rack to play on,
The emotional wave crashes and I am gone.
Swept along by the torrential rain,
I feel fatigued and mentally drained.

It is a storm within my body,
To ride high on regret and folly.
I have tried to make amends,
I fly upon the wings Heaven sends.

A civil war tears my heart apart,
A thousand cruel arrows and barbed darts.
Tossed upon the sharp rocks,
Around me the crows and ravens flock.

If only I had stopped and seen,
The roses red and meadows green.
But it is too late the storm is here,
To rip apart all I hold dear.

It is a storm within my body,
To ride high on regret and folly.
Just forgive me I beg,
I surrender and hold the white flag.

I am drowning in my words,
Just pierce me with the swords.
A coven of witches laugh and cackle,
My fire weakens and crackles.

The eye of a hurricane has no respite,
I lower my head in all your spite.
It is my fault and I know that,
The tempest sprawls me flat.

It is a storm within my body,
To ride high on regret and folly.
I'll give anything to reverse time,
To wash it all away with quicklime.

The gale blows me off my feet,
My confessions all I admit.
I only seek your mercy,
Neither God's nor the Pope's clemency.

I see you smile and come,
Perhaps you'll forgive me for what I've done?
You say I'm silly to think like such,
The friendship worth more and much.

The storm thins to a halt,
They have stopped the assault.
I'll wash this memory clean to nothingness,
There's no point to in weariness.

Perhaps it's a stalemate,
Perhaps it's a twist of fate.
But I do not care of the storm's end.
I'm just happy that weâre still friends.

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Yes Alt! I do not care about meter! And proud of it!

Dang, thats better than the one I wrote. I couldn't think of much for 'storm', so I just put the first, tiny story I wrote that sounds like a documentary and re-wrote it in poem form. It could be better, but I kinda already submitted it so oh well...

But it sounds nice though...

Well I suppose the poem didn't turn out too bad cause it was based partially on real-life events.

I still quite like it >.>

I like how differentiated your rhyming is, especially. Keeps you interested.