ANSWERS: 31
  • The sun rose slowly over the mountain .... almost not at all....... fearful of being hit by mortar fire. . Nope, apparently I cannot.
  • If it wasn't my own, it wouldn't be said, I'd like to say terminator, go get judge dred
  • No, but I can tell you my favorite limerick! A terrible poet was Jenny. Her limericks just were'nt worth a penney. In rhyme they were sound, But somehow she found, When ever she tried to write any!... ...They always had one line to many.
  • Yes... but noone will ever see it
  • For the man i loved.... thursday: drowning in love friday: drowning in doubt saturday: drowning sunday: God,i can't drag myself to church this morning Please make a housecall
  • There is a tear, waiting. Dawn came, and dew sparked on the grass. Knowing this, when you close your eyes, where is the tear?
  • Engineer is terminator, terminator is Schwarzenegger, Schwarzenegger is Governor, So does the equation, A=B,B=C makes it A=C, Engineer is Governor? I know this is stupid but I just couldn't think of anything better.Haha!
  • Not only can I write a rhyme, a thousand and or just one line, cause seems my thoughts come ready made, with poetry all ready laid.
  • This is for any engineer in the house Someday, We are going to be lovers. Baybe married, At the very least,an affair What's your name
  • My wife and I can agree On most everything “a” through to “z”. But as husband and wife We suffer much strife Over temperature heat and AC. (We argue over our TV’s remote control too, but it refuses to rhyme.)
  • Sometimes poetry roams all over the page, but it comes from the heart it doesn't have to rhyme to be art
  • A poem of my own Try as i might My mind is going blurry Done too much thinking tonight
  • Love is blind,Marriage is the institution for the blind.
  • I could but I really don't wanna
  • I'm really good at writing poems. I'm not sure how to write ' a poetry' though. heh heh
  • Yes, I took a poetry writing class in college. It was taught by a well-known poet. Despite the fact that she said I was "on fire" I left about as enlightened as I started.
  • I joined a site called Answer Bag though some said it was a drag I found it rather addictive though some answers were quite predictive.
  • Roses are red, violets are pink. No matter how I continue with this ... it will stink.
  • I can .. in fact I have some of my own which I wrote during the past years. I wrote this one for a long lost friend. Quite a sad poem .. hope you like it. Anna Rexya stares, in nothingness .. far. Fear, pain and gloom. Haunted, trapped, doomed. Weak tears fall down her face .. smile gone .. gone, no trace. Grey thoughts, she feels trapped. Lonely .. aching with each breath. She'd kill to get her life back, but lost she feels, her thoughts so black. Cries her soul away, to sleep .. praying to God. Please set me free. To Anna Rexya ..
  • ... Puzzles to decipher Edges to cut and sounds to smooth Yet ignore the seamstress And choose their own paths To reveal truth Setting into one magnificent piece of art ---The Poem! (copyrighted by me)
  • Easily. I love writing poetry. Here is one I did for all the soldiers out there... and for everyone that thinks about them: Soldier’s Request I’m so very tired, And so far from home. My life seems to have expired, I do nothing but roam. I look up at night, And see canvas overhead. Not allowed any light, Feel like the living dead. I feel so alone, Lord, I miss my life. Have to stand in line for the phone, Just to call my wife. I want to be back, In my own land. With the love that I lack, Close at hand. So think of me, Hold me in your heart. And that’s where I’ll be, Even when we’re apart.
  • Saturday the 29th My family shares Thanksgiving Spare ribs and sour kraut makes the entire year worth living But when the mouths are empty And arguments inspire my leaving I'll excuse myself with a kiss for mom And rename this day "Thanksgrieving"
  • A leaf I pull from a poet tree may it lull a poem from me?
  • I am, I will be, I hope to one day Where did the time go... I didn't? No way!!
  • I tend to make things up more for singing than just rhyming, but I think that counts as a form of poetry. (To the tune of Sing a Song of Sixpence) Sing a song for baby a diaper full of poop after all that tooting clean up all this goop! Once she is all cleaned up the baby smiles return It is time to wonder now you've so much more to learn!
  • The monkey saw the man as he counted out his cash, The man bought a ticket while the monkey scratched his ass. The man mimicked the monkey, by pulling a funny face, The monkey threw some shit at him to put him in his place. The man went livid, and shouted out with rage, The monkey ate a banana, and sat calmly in his cage. The man fell down suddenly, clutching at his heart, The monkey lay down lazily, and expelled a happy fart.
  • My chums and I thought we'd have a laugh We were teenagers, careless. Arrogant and ignorant - You know the type. What resulted was such a social gaffe That I've never forgotten - Mortified and humble, You know the feeling - It still sets my stomach reeling After all these years. We pretended we were homeless kids That our parents' lives were on the skids We played upon the kindness of the naive While we were laughing up our sleeve Teary-eyed, thanking them for their money; Whatever made us think we were funny? When I see him, shuffling along, I remember with horror that I was wrong - I see him wearing his life on his back And I can't make up for that.
  • Death-Liberty-backward glance, and see: Grief-Loss-the teasing kiss of insanity Horror-Anguish-"please come back to me" despair-longing-the tension mounting anxiety farewell-with love-I'm glad you're free. That was a poem I wrote about my brother's death.
  • a song rises slowly leaking from the lips of a brightfaced child singing in innocence as a life sinks slowly leaking from the wounds of a sallowfaced soldier dying alone.
  • I think I'd love to write some poetry but I don't know anything about structure. I'll give it a little bit of a shot here... He placed his hand under her chin and raised her head until their eyes met, a tear fell – an indication of the pain she carried for so long and so painfully. She threw herself forward against him and wrapped her arms around his body, crying and pressing hers eyes, streaming with tears of both pain and joy, against him. He held her tight, with no intention of ever letting her go... today, tomorrow or ever. I hope that is any good. I'm sure I could improve it if I knew structure and had some time to work on it.
  • when you come at night the moon leaves back

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