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 Nov 10 2005, 09:18 AM
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 some reason i feel alone...guess cus my true self is never shown  Group: Member Posts: 303 Joined: Sep 2005 Member No: 246,804  |
post ure oldest poems here and tell y , maybe out of being bored or for someone else
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Nov 10 2005, 01:47 PM
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 wanna see me disco? Group: Member Posts: 136 Joined: Nov 2005 Member No: 286,246 |
I don't think i can think of my oldest poem. And i'm not much of an poet, or writer. So bleh.
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Nov 10 2005, 03:34 PM
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 My desperate heart is far too weak to run for you this long. Group: Member Posts: 640 Joined: Jun 2005 Member No: 150,342 |
I found this one that i wrote in FOURTH grade..aha
The Battle The fire from the dragon's breath, defeating him, may mean death. I hear the draragon's fiercome roar, fighting him won't be a bore. Slashing through the darkened night, my own eyes are filled with fright. Dawn awakes as wings of fire, It seems this battle will never expire. The sun is rising above the hill, the dragon still has the rage to kill. For this day begins again, death is just around the ben. His gleaming white teeth and spikes on his tail, Oh, I know I'm going to fail! Slash, I stabbed him in the heart, He had deserved it, he was done with his part. Crack, he landed with an awful thud, Sinking in the depths of murky mud. |
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Nov 10 2005, 06:29 PM
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some reason i feel alone...guess cus my true self is never shown Group: Member Posts: 303 Joined: Sep 2005 Member No: 246,804 |
in 4th grade? well im still looking for mine
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Nov 12 2005, 01:05 AM
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this was an assignment we didback in 5th grade. my teacher actually liked it, so she put it in our school newspaper. i still have the copy.
"who am i?" QUOTE im big, and yet small. i'm short, and sort of tall i have saturn, but not the car. its the same for mercury, so far. i am a candy bar, filled with chocolate i wont ever break, even if you drop it i have stars, planets, moons, and suns my age is eight billion times older than one the third planet i have is the one with the most life i'm not married, and i dont have a husband r wife. i am not a person, or a place. i am sort of a thing guess who i am! times up! ding! who am i? you might have guessed. whoever gets it right is the best. thats right, im bigger than the rest. the milky way. ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. wow.. |
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Nov 13 2005, 10:01 PM
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some reason i feel alone...guess cus my true self is never shown Group: Member Posts: 303 Joined: Sep 2005 Member No: 246,804 |
i couldnt find it cuz i put it on paper but ill put my earliest poems from were i 1st posted them up
-------------------- she 2 me was most missed the biggest in my heart i wish 2 have least a 1st kiss my love for her will never break apart but who thought that it will end like this ------------------- i saw her late at night she was more beautiful than ever as she was shinning under the moonlight i said that i'll love here 4ever cause my love 4 her reaches an ifinate height |
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Nov 13 2005, 10:37 PM
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 i've never wanted anything rationale. Group: Staff Alumni Posts: 8,449 Joined: May 2004 Member No: 19,045 |
Oldest poem on the computer. Wrote it freshmen year for english. Aha.
I think about you all the time Even when writing this rhyme You stole my heart with one glance Your eyes put me in a trance When you say hi I can’t help but sigh You make my head spin When you smile, I have to grin I talk to you every now and then I’ve never felt so alone again When I talk to you, I feel up high The time feels like it flies by Your blue eyes make my heart pound I feel like falling on the ground I wonder if you feel the same way I do Because I can’t stop thinking of you. |
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Nov 16 2005, 03:13 PM
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 Seisuke Group: Member Posts: 289 Joined: Nov 2005 Member No: 283,523 |
my oldest poem I can find. I wrote this for a girl I had a crush on
From every breath And every moment in time, How doth a day like that come to be When you’re in a world that is always changing. This broken world, it’s sometimes hard to see. Depict all of days’ happenings. All seasons never spoke or changed. When last weeks of Spring came, Surely did Spring speak with me. She accompanied me not with sorrow, but addressed me with fervent feelings she took my hand, looked into my eyes, she left my senses reeling. she brought along a sincere friend to forever keep, one who would join in with her laughter and also to weep. My world of lost hope, straight lines of life without curves, Without hope, life is just nothing but despair. You, my new friend from Spring, relinquished me from lost hope, Twas brought a great friend I will hold dear. What splendiferous personality she carries When you look past her exterior beauty. My new friend, her personality blossoms in her attire. This beauty is irresistibly mesmerizing. She is always beautiful, when fully clothed. You will always be Spring to me. |
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Nov 25 2005, 08:24 PM
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some reason i feel alone...guess cus my true self is never shown Group: Member Posts: 303 Joined: Sep 2005 Member No: 246,804 |
that seems like a sweet poem to give what happened to her then?
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