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| Poppy1's Poems; A poem/song by Poppy1 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 13 2005, 04:07 PM (638 Views) | |
| Sw33t_DreamZ | Mar 13 2005, 04:45 PM Post #16 |
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Busy Momma
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thanks I liked them both very much
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| Surferdude | Mar 13 2005, 06:40 PM Post #17 |
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Very nice Poppy... we should have a poetry contest here sometime. Alot of good talent |
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| Clair | Mar 13 2005, 06:54 PM Post #18 |
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Thanks and yes to that
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| Nicola | Mar 13 2005, 07:00 PM Post #19 |
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very cool, and girly! (this forum needs girly atm... too many guys around :angel: ) I also vote back the valentines day skin ![]() Got any more? |
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| Pee-Nut | Mar 13 2005, 07:05 PM Post #20 |
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Cool stuff, I guess. [/trend] |
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| Clair | Mar 13 2005, 07:09 PM Post #21 |
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Sweet 16 - Thanks and yes I have more.. based on real events like all my poetry The Haunting The old house in the park has a haunting chill as I open the door and look all around the echos of the past are in there still theres no-one around, there's no-one around Through the door and up the stairs the wooden floor is cold and bare the eyes on the wall follow my steps theres nobody there, theres nobody there Walls of faces from the past a time of a bygone era but a presence that is always to last its getting clearer, its getting clearer Whats that over there? did it just move nevermind go into the bedroom the four poster bed with a crimson spread theres something about this room Next to the bed there is a cradle inside a blanket of white I'm nowhere near it, yet it moves it almost gave me a fright Back out of the room I look around me and I see a little girl about 5 her face is ashen and sad its obvious she isn't alive She was the girl that moved the cradle she was rocking it, she was playing I'm looking at her, and I'm wondering what it is she is saying Then as quick as she came she went her spirit is in another room down the stairs we go and into the study this is quite clearly the house of doom What happened to that girl I wonder I wonder why did she come to me? the sadness in her eyes was very plain to see One day I must go back into the house so haunting and cold and see the little girl with her teddy because in that house there is a tale to be told. © C.M.C 2005 |
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| Sw33t_DreamZ | Mar 13 2005, 09:56 PM Post #22 |
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its an interesting/haunting poem the feel of it jumps off the page at me yet again another good one
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| Clair | Mar 14 2005, 08:40 AM Post #23 |
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Thanks Kate :blush: Heres another Ok this is a light hearted poem, can be sung along to the tune of 'Private Dancer' by Tina Turner Private Eater I have a cheese roll and a donught I have a can of pepsi too A bag of KP and a bhaji I guess I want a vodka too I'm your private eater eating for nothing eating in front of tv Just a private eater eating for pleasure eating what makes me happy I'd like a mince pie with dairy cream Maybe a glass of red wine too Doritos, dips and peanuts A lovely glass of lager too I'm a private eater eating for nothing Its something theres no reason for If a private eater isnt actually hungry what are they eating for... A pickle and an ice-cream strawberry mousse will do nicely thank you its doing nothing for my figure so tell me do you want extra fries with that? ooh I go to the scales, let out a sigh and I ask myself, why oh why If I am not actually hungry then why am I doing this to me I'm a private eater eating for nothing its just a complete waste of time Just a private eater not being healthy will shorten this life of mine © C.M.C 2004-2005
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| Sw33t_DreamZ | Mar 14 2005, 09:21 AM Post #24 |
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thanks for the good laugh I liked it
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| Clair | Mar 14 2005, 09:44 AM Post #25 |
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no problem
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| paperbagshorty | Mar 14 2005, 10:05 AM Post #26 |
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The Big... Potato?!
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Good job, very nice and smooth poppy :). |
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| Clair | Mar 14 2005, 10:50 AM Post #27 |
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Thanks, heres another for ya This has a rather sad meaning to it. Loyal Friend I was just five years old when Dad brought you home someone had abandoned you in the park all alone You fitted in straight away I loved you so very much the way you would play and how soft you were to touch A gentle soul who would do no harm I would hug you when I was down when nobody seemed to understand You was always around But then suddenly we were in hell you became withdrawn and too sad to play because the man who controlled us took it all away One day, I kissed you goodbye patted you and hugged you tight I went to school as normal but something didn't feel right As I walked up the stairs and into the home that was our hell I walked with dread and fear because something wasn't right, I could tell I walked past the kitchen where you would lay your head on your bed and my stepfather said "go and feed the dog" but then laughed, because my dog was dead He had decided you was in the way and brought your life to an end I miss you and I promise that in heaven we'll meet again my loyal friend © C.M.C 2004-2005 |
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| red wiz | Mar 14 2005, 12:05 PM Post #28 |
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i like the haunting one. scary. |
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| Cadence | Mar 14 2005, 12:42 PM Post #29 |
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I love God more than anything.
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Nice poems, I liked them.
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| Sw33t_DreamZ | Mar 14 2005, 02:14 PM Post #30 |
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well written and alittle on the scary side (for me anyways) I liked it alot
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