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I like the color orange,
Is that really so strange?
It covers my walls
And the floor in my hall
And just about everything in range

I made a limerick. I think that's allowed.

Oh come on Mogwai, no sense of humor? :3

I'm such a happy person
I love to see other people happy, too
Just kidding, I hate humanity
To all you people out there: I hope you turn blue!



I really couldn't think of anything for that. xD

In the winter's grip

In the winter's grip
The forest lies asleep
Ice covers the lake
And the snow runs deep

Birds twitter, dawn is here
A rabbit is looking for food
But when the birds went quiet
The rabbit understood

He looks around, but sees nothing
Yet he knows a predator is near
He stomps the ground rapidly
A warning for his brothers in the burrows to hear

He then takes off with amazing speed
But his paws leave prints in the snow
He knows he has to trick his stalker
And he also knows exactly how

He runs for a while
But then he stops running
Then he walks backwards
Because the rabbit is quite cunning

A few steps back
He jumps to the side
The stalker will follow the prints
As the rabbit runs to hide

Orion, it's always nice to meet such a positive person

A voice in the distance

A voice in the distance,
Words echoing through my ear,
Body starts to stiffen up,
Trembling in fear,

The voice repeats again,
"It's your time to... die"
Then I tried to run,
I couldn't move- don't know why..

A man appears in front of me,
Wearing a black cloak,
Holding in his hands, a scythe,
Then he began to croak..

"Goodbye, your life is about to end"
My face staying stiff,
Then he swung the scythe..
That was my last glance of light.

Eh.. wuu Phail poem!

Desperate times.. desperate measures..

Desperate times, desperate measures
Lie awake to hoard out treasures
Dream a time of better years
Do not think of our fears

In formidable desperation
We stop war's invasion
Listen silently to cold
Mankind's hand must fin'lly fold

We have drawn the shortest straw
Through the fields, we must claw
Nothing is left but loyalty
But not to those we called royalty

Look to a time that soon draws near
Our path will surely become clear
All you have to do is believe
And all I have to do is deceive

Clear your mind of worldly troubles

clear your mind of wordly troubles, let down your gun, knife, fist, hateful words and harsh eyes.

life is too difficult to add stress needlessly, pick up a pen, book, card, your spirits, and the hold the hand of the ones you love.

hold them close and take flight

do not let yourself fall...

Don't let yourself fall..
into the bottomless pit,
Ignoring your call,
I jump.. this is it,

Suddenly, my life flashes,
I look at it in fright,
My whole body crashes,
That was my last night..

Bah, that sucked.

Soaring across the sky

Soaring across the sky,
Looking like some super hero guy.
People watch with awe as I go by.
I'm ascending and now I'm flying really high.
But then I remember that I can't fly,
Oh nuts, I'm gonna die.
... Bye

It's a dream come true

It's a dream come true,
I was left in tears,
Until, I found you,
You took away my fears.


We were together so long,
Then came another tragedy,
Everything went wrong,
You had just left me.

Can't live without you,
My emotions take control,
Don't know what to do,
You had made me a whole.

Ridden in the stars.

Ridden in the stars,
Since the day he was born,
Yet not a single scar,
Is on my space unicorn.

He's large and white.
He's got friendly eyes.
And everything feels right,
When we ride across the skies.

We ride when dawn breaks,
And we ride until stars appear,
I forget about past mistakes,
And I forget about my fears.


Did you really mean ridden, as in past form of ride, or was it a typo of "Written"? Either way, I made a poem using it as ridden.

It must be fate

It must be fate,
This is my path,
Stepping through hells gates,
Time to see Satan's wrath.


Fires burning my eyes,
Flames licking my skin,
The worst has yet to begin,
My life is wearing thin.

Seeing Satan, my eyes full of remorse,
He pushes me off a side cliff,
Now, I'm nothing but a corpse,
My whole body ever so stiff.

Tears trickle down my face

Tears trickle down my face,
And in my sadness I wonder,
If I am feeling so out of place,
Would I be happier over yonder?

Perhaps it's best for me to run,
But is the grass greener on the other side?
And what if I am the one,
From which I'm trying to hide?

If only I had been a someone,
Then my life would be bliss.
Or if at least I was a no one,
They'd notice that I exist.

But I am an anyone, a face in the crowd,
To never be noticed instead.
It's hard to smile and stand proud,
When you might as well be dead.

If this poem is too sad for you, just replace the last line with "If you're a piece of bread". I know I will. Next line:

Is it really so insane?

Is it really so insane?
to live on the streets with
nothing but the clothes on my back?

It is really so immoral?
To take something that isn't
mine even though I have nothing

And is it really that wrong?
To kill a man who wronged me
and take back what I had lost?

I ask you all now
Is it so bad for man to do this
if all he has is his own life?

A hand above the water

I'm sorry that I have to bump the thread like this, we need people to post. I would make a new poem, but as you can see, mine was the last one. So please, I beg you to participate to prevent this awesome thread from dying.

A hand above the water.
Signaling the single slaughter
That was there, on the nation
The one filled with frustration
On the manically Laughing leader.
His words like a tortured fiddler.
Bouncing angrily on the lake
Risking everything to make:
A nation filled with hate.
Now, yet, it was far too late.
As the people rose against for freedom
They didn't want that man to lead them.
Yet he said they were crazy, laughing.
A monster of a man was Gaddafi.

Resurrecting the first line song