Tag: poetry
member name: amy s.
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April 09, 2008 03:35 PM EDT --
My dishwasher has broken down.
I am wanting to act like a clown.
Dishes piled to the sky.
this really isn't a lie.
i lie in flith and decay.
i do not want to do the dishes!
I just . . .
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September 25, 2007 09:26 PM EDT --
Falcon flying swiftly over red barns.
Scouting for its prey.
Sneaking over pastures and farms.
To it comes to a place to lay.
S W O O S H
It finds it's prey
Help Me ! !!
Cries the prey
CRunh . . .
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June 30, 2008 08:56 PM EDT --
Independence from your parents is a state of becoming free to do what you want
Needing only the necessities from your parents now you take to the streets with care
Depend living on your own with no . . .
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April 14, 2008 03:59 PM EDT --
If I could only have one wish
It would be for a top sirloin round and baked potatoes dish.
The potatoe would be sweet and delish.
The top sirloin round would be burnt . . .
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May 06, 2008 02:58 PM EDT --
Worring never solved anything
Or waiting till time heals the heart string
Right timing and right placement leads to disaster sometimes
Raw deals leads to great deals of great investment sometimes . . .
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March 04, 2008 07:19 PM EST --
Swoosh the flying disc
went swiftly through the air.
with a frighting plop sound
it landed upon the ground
tiny little men came out with a bound.
and exclaimed they found
"Planet . . .
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April 07, 2008 05:34 PM EDT --
Kitty kat, kitty kat what are you looking at?
The mouse has chased away the tom cat.
But there you sit on your perch,
like a princess in a lurch.
Why do you sit there . . .
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May 12, 2008 01:31 PM EDT --
My name is Amy
I am tall, husky, and three
My brother is Georgie
I love my Mommy
I fear creepy crawlies
I need love and affection
I give love and affection
I love watching Care Bears . . .
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November 30, 2009 02:52 PM EST --
The air grows cold and drear.
My limbs shake with the gentle breath of the wind.
I look upon my fellow brothers and sisters.
My leaves are slowly losing their color.
One by one they fall . . .
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February 19, 2008 04:43 PM EST --
The word prompt for this week is blink. Please excuse my frankness, for I do not know what type of poetry is what. Please forgive this forwardness, and crudeness of this poem.
One a tall handsome man . . .
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March 04, 2008 08:23 PM EST --
Apples, Grapes, Watermelon and lime
Sure taste great but it isn't mine.
I love the honey dew flavor,
Of the melon's neighbor,
The good old cantaloupe
is mine to savor. . . .
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August 04, 2008 02:54 PM EDT --
Baby Girls thrown to orphanages
Thrown to the savages
Because of their gender
The rules you could not bender
Why china do you have to be so cruel
To baby girls that . . .
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July 21, 2008 08:10 PM EDT --
Down by the beach she goes
down to the water to wash off her woes
she is so oppessed with the sea
that she dose not notice the flea
the flea sits upon a giant seashell
which when she gets closes . . .
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July 14, 2008 08:36 PM EDT --
Minute Poetry
The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; . . .
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May 21, 2008 06:40 PM EDT --
Jesus
Scarificable
giving up one's life for us
teacher, rabi, master, servant
watches flock night and day
watcher over darkness
. . .
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April 22, 2008 05:38 PM EDT --
Momma in her kerchief and I in my cap
had just settled down for a long winters nap
the children were nestle all snug in their beds
while dreaming of sliding down hills on their new sleds
when . . .
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May 06, 2008 01:02 PM EDT --
I have an itch that I just can not scratch
Everytime I try there is always a catch.
whether it is right or wrong to surf at dawn.
or should I just lay upon someone else's lawn.
I . . .
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May 12, 2008 12:28 PM EDT --
The fly weeps upon the wall
He dose not hear the call
He mourns the loss of his buddy
they fly cries "Oh Fuddy"
Eternity waits for no man
If man just sits and waits for eternity . . .
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May 21, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
White light
cometh shinning bright
America grows strong
in the lights embrace it grows
white light
This poem is a cinquain poem. Which means that the
first line has two syllabals . . .
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July 29, 2008 06:35 PM EDT --
She had never had a birthday before
for her family was very poor
They lived in an apartment complex
with other neighbors and a t-rex
So I decided to call the girls
to a slumper party with frils . . .
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