< ~ Poem Thread! ~ >

Discussion in 'Random Ramblings' started by yankeedoodle300, Nov 10, 2011.

  1. yankeedoodle300

    yankeedoodle300 Chillin' With My Peeps

    Jul 22, 2011
    Chicken Heaven
    Post Your poems here! they can be Any Style of Poetry! They can be Funny! they can be Sweet! They Can be Sad! They can be chicken!

    They can be Whatever!


    I will start:


    Call me color,
    On a Dress,
    Long and bright,
    Or short and dull, Whatever color,
    Right or wrong! I am Bright!


    I know it's Stupid, But Hey! It CAN Be if I Want! and the Same with YOU!
     
    Last edited: Nov 10, 2011
  2. Avalon1984

    Avalon1984 Chillin' With My Peeps

    Dec 22, 2010
    Muskegon
    I hate my work so very much,
    it makes me lose my special touch,
    Helping customers I want to do,
    but other people don't give a poo.
     
  3. yankeedoodle300

    yankeedoodle300 Chillin' With My Peeps

    Jul 22, 2011
    Chicken Heaven
    Quote:nice poem! i think... [​IMG]
     
  4. Linn Bee

    Linn Bee Chillin' With My Peeps

    English Cottage Garden

    Helter-skelter flowers grow
    In radiant disarray
    And call to deep within one’s breast,
    “Come pause a while. Come stay.”

    The scent of lavender and rue,
    Of hyssop, tansy, sage,
    Imbue the air with soft allure
    That serves to set the stage

    For riotous blooms of color
    From plants of timeless age
    Whose tops sway gently in the wind
    And once were all the rage.

    Here, peonies nod neighborly
    And brighten up the way
    Unknowing that their fruiting seeds
    Will serve as snacks one day.

    There, tall, blue-spired delphiniums
    Stretch up to kiss the sky.
    How did they come to grow just there?
    I’d never question why.

    Gently tended cherry trees
    Espaliered by the gate
    Become a treat for beasts and me
    Provided I’m not late.

    My garlic’s playing hide and seek.
    Leeks dance with Columbine.
    Sir Parsley partners Queen Anne’s Lace
    And brews up dandelion.

    A drift of noble hollyhocks
    Sway regally in the breeze,
    The trailing rose beside my door
    Grows up to meet the trees.

    Beside the spice-sweet scent of pinks
    That edge a shady nook
    Amid the busy buzz of bees,
    I’d sit and read a book.

    It's flowers growing where they may
    With not one “Beg your pardon!”
    This world of colors, scents, and sounds -
    My English cottage garden.
     
  5. Orpingtons4U

    Orpingtons4U Chillin' With My Peeps

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    roses are red violets are blue i have a fist for you

    I know i little bit mean but i am mad at my big sister right now
     
  6. Avalon1984

    Avalon1984 Chillin' With My Peeps

    Dec 22, 2010
    Muskegon
    Quote:nice poem! i think... [​IMG]

    yeah, as you can tell, I am not the most talented poem writer [​IMG]
     
  7. Orpingtons4U

    Orpingtons4U Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Quote:nice poem! i think... [​IMG]

    yeah, as you can tell, I am not the most talented poem writer [​IMG]

    Yes you are mine is poop
     
  8. Avalon1984

    Avalon1984 Chillin' With My Peeps

    Dec 22, 2010
    Muskegon
    Quote:yeah, as you can tell, I am not the most talented poem writer [​IMG]

    Yes you are mine is poop

    [​IMG] awww thank you! I am sure you can do just as well. Just find a topic that you are passionate about!
     
  9. Orpingtons4U

    Orpingtons4U Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Quote:Yes you are mine is poop

    [​IMG] awww thank you! I am sure you can do just as well. Just find a topic that you are passionate about!

    Welcome [​IMG] [​IMG]
     
  10. yankeedoodle300

    yankeedoodle300 Chillin' With My Peeps

    Jul 22, 2011
    Chicken Heaven
    Quote:yeah, as you can tell, I am not the most talented poem writer [​IMG]

    Yes you are mine is poop

    You Poems are Poo,
    And theres nothing you can do,
    But try to rewrite,
    get it in sight,
    and write a poem or two!


    Sorry, to be mean, but hey, you said it yourself!
     

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