Poetry Corner

[!EEK]

When I rap I try get my words to rhyme,
But it's hard inside a white mind!!
OOH!!!

Every day and every night

I rock out with my mind

It's xxxxed up but it's alright

I'm going to Disney Land!

(sing with the "I wanna bang bang bang , etc..no relationship" rythme)

[Thai-Samurai]

When I rap I try get my words to rhyme,
But it's hard inside a white mind!!
OOH!!!

[Thai-Samurai]

i thoguht of a poem slash rap:

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[angelik22]

uff i miss writing poems-- im in the mood for some deep dark poetry right about now-- damn nyquil heps my writers block

[!EEK]

Did you write the poem or you copied it from somewhere?

The copy was original Emile...It's just a teaser till I write my real poem.

[Emil]

I did it!! But the way the story was told isn't exactly mine, I have seen this before but don't remember where. You'll have to read the whole poem first


Another other day

Once again he caught the train
that left everyday for work
Once again he ate his lunch
sandwiches, and hold the onion
that his wife prepared daily
Once again he soldered
Once again he hammered
Once again he sweated buckets
and smoked behind the generator
between the gas cylinders...
Once again he saw his work
completed, and once again
he returned home to a loving family
with kids and a wife and a dog
Once again he slept on the cold
hard couch, uncer measly blankets
because his loving wife totally ignored him
But not once did his paycheck arrive
or his Boss note his prescence at
the construction site,

Don't blame them Ted,
can you see the dead?



Voila

Did you write the poem or you copied it from somewhere?

[!EEK]

I did it!! But the way the story was told isn't exactly mine, I have seen this before but don't remember where. You'll have to read the whole poem first


Another other day

Once again he caught the train
that left everyday for work
Once again he ate his lunch
sandwiches, and hold the onion
that his wife prepared daily
Once again he soldered
Once again he hammered
Once again he sweated buckets
and smoked behind the generator
between the gas cylinders...
Once again he saw his work
completed, and once again
he returned home to a loving family
with kids and a wife and a dog
Once again he slept on the cold
hard couch, uncer measly blankets
because his loving wife totally ignored him
But not once did his paycheck arrive
or his Boss note his prescence at
the construction site,

Don't blame them Ted,
can you see the dead?



Voila

[!EEK]

Wow, 21 pages so quickly, I'd like to try to make one in English,...baaaah If you guys could understand french it would be THAT easier.

[Thai-Samurai]

man you guys wrote really good poems here's one i wrote:


A moving soul is hard to talk about
So I stand up and march about.

[HyeJinx1984]

How can things change so quickly?
What was it that I could not see?

I died and came back for you…
Reconfigured my soul anew…

How can so few words do so much damage?
ruin every bit of beauty I ever saw within your visage?

All my dreams and hopes, shot down by a single silly ideal...
how can you believe such idiocy with so much blinded zeal?

I want to cry, I want to die, and take you with me too…
But I calm myself and take a breath…

Eh… who needs a b!tch like you.