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 Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 6:40 pm
I wasn't gonna enter, but I figured.. what the hell. So here we go.
I'm not a poet. And I'm not exactly bitter toward the holiday, either. I just had a lot of fun with this one... although I have no idea what category it goes under. o_o
Anyway.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Generic love letters
Have never been true
Poppies are orange
Lilies are pink
Why can’t we say
What we really think?
Clovers are green
Daisies are white
Whatever is said
Turns into a fight
An iris is purple
While lilacs smell sweet
You hang from the rafters
Nothing under your feet
So many flowers
Full bloom in May
But you killed yourself
On Valentine’s Day
Lilies and roses
And poppies, they’ve
Been strategically placed
Right over your grave
Our garden is wilting
A face stained with tears
Has it honestly been
That many years?
The last flower dies
Not over you, yet
A life now torn
By remorse and regret
Weeds overtake
A garden once grand
Take a trip to your grave
With a pistol in hand
The strong smell of roses
The sharp taste of metal
A loud blast rings out
Blood drips on rose petals
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sometimes love letters
Need to be true
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 2:52 pm
Waiting
as the days go by
and the seasons go
theirs just something
i want you to know
when the sun goes down
and day turns to night
i wish on a shooting star
that youll be in my sight
rain crys on my cheeks
to hide my tears
loosing you is only
one of my greatest fears
someday the sun will shine
someday the clouds will clear
then i will never
shed a single tear
youre the only one for me
dont you worry
their no need for you
to be in a hurry
patience is a virtue
even if you delay
well be together
forever and a day
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 12:33 am
He said:
I wish was more perfect for you.
You deserve nothing but the best.
Dedication to Pyromaniac34
Balloons, chocolates, and cards.
Valentines were always hard.
Rejected by the hottest guys.
No one in real life I can call mine.
Holding hands, kisses, and hugs.
I look up to the skies above.
Close my eyes and pray
That I will have that special someone this very day.
Decorations, poems, and love songs.
Looking for somewhere I belong.
But then again, that was years before.
Now I have someone I adore.
Dinner, movies, smiles.
We're at his place for a while.
My ring shines in the dim light.
I have never felt so right.
Kiss me once, twice, over and over.
Time moves fast yet slower.
I love you, Pyromaniac, six-three-seven.
From now until we are both in heaven.
NOTE: Okay, I wasnt rejected by the hottest guys only because most of the guys I went to school with were ugly. Asians > Caucasians in population. I wanted to put more, but I never like to do more than 5 versus in a poem. Haha. Enjoy the cheesiness. Will be back later to either make changes or just copy to put it somewhere. BTW, I met him here. So yeah. ^^
Reposted.
She said:
That's the thing.
You are too perfect for me.
If I lost you, I would be devastated.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 1:02 am
The Temptation
I take your hand in mine.
And show us to the door.
You sparkle like a star.
I lift you off the floor.
We kiss as though it seems
We've always been apart.
Today will never die...
It lives inside my heart.
We leave the wooden gate,
Your bright eyes understand
That what we are about to do
Was really never planned.
I take you in my arms,
And smother you in love.
The quiet surface breaks,
You flutter like a dove
In the moonlit avenues.
We walk with strong resolve...
There are some things that time
Will never once absolve.
The shades behind draw closer,
Our paces quicken, true...
But I hold you in my arms,
Beneath the darkened blue.
The sound of drawing metal,
Upon my ear does break.
The cold steel holds a bestial thirst
That only blood will slake.
Our pace is moving faster still,
We break into a run...
You look into my eyes and know,
Our time may well be done.
But then we smile, and turn around,
There's metal of our own.
The dress comes off, the armor shows,
You're steady as a stone.
The demons lunge and bite and scrape,
To take us back to somewhere's Hell,
A frigid, hot, and broken place,
Where only demonkind should dwell,
And as they leap to tear our throats,
We utter cries and plunge into...
Our deep desires, hand in hand.
Temptation takes us, rips us, binds us, seals our fate forevermore.
But not all demons rip and tear...
Some decide to crawl within
Our sweating bodies, youthful lust...
No, love, is what it's truly in.
A hundred, thousand, million years,
Could break us 'part no more than love.
But half of one, one cursed year,
Destroys us, never lets us go,
Entangled in the chaos is
A growing anger, sad and slow.
It takes us by surprise and none,
Forces mind and mouth and hand,
Breaks us into two again,
Scatters ashes over land
Of undying love.
The ashes of undying love, spread over land by half a year...
There is no guide, can save us now...
There is no love.
There is no tear.
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 12:19 am
Less depressing! 8D A Broken Seamless Hope
Love is but a fickle thing,
Fleet of foot and light of wing.
The colder tenants often leave
While those who stay are much bereaved.
I really loved you (don't you laugh),
I cherished you with all my heart.
You broke me down and built me into
Who I am, most every part.
The days went by, the shadows rolled
Into a thirst that love would quench...
But after time, your heart grew cold?
The breakup had a nasty stench.
I desperately needed you,
Your loving smile, your happy love,
Your gentle, "Commont allez-vous?"
That whispered to the skies above.
Depression set, the horrid thoughts
Of death and sadness, suicide...
I knew that I had drawn my lots,
But my good fortune broke and lied.
A month will pass, quite sad and cold,
The February month of hearts,
My heart is aging, growing old...
A miracle, past modern arts.
You sense the need, security,
A call within your very soul,
A voice that stirs the life in me
The need to exit from that hole
You put you in not long away.
A pessimistic slippery slope
You need to, now, come out and play
With your own love, your only hope.
I love you, dear, more than you know.
I cherish every living day
I hold you tightly in my arms,
And hold my hope, and sit and pray...
That one day...
You will love me half as much as I forever will. Love you, Christine... even though you'll probably not see this... and you're still not sure... I love you anyways x3
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 8:44 pm
I am actully trying to write THE WORST POEM EVER
but if it's decent, woot! Then agan, I'm too late, aren't I? >:
I love you, I love you
If you were an anime, I'd dub you.
I think of you, when we beat Off Constantly,
(By the way, they're a softball team and aways lose.)
My cat cannot compare,
To the sweet sounds of your voice,
As she talks constantly, and so do you.
If we get together, hopefully,
We're like the Britney Spears song 3,
With more people.
On top of that,
My mom says you should brush your teeth.
I agree. For you are nasty.
By the way,
I hope you don't mind,
I borrowed your car, to take my dying dog to the hospital.
He threw up on your backseat.
I apologize, but this is your fault, you know.
I love your forever, all heart and all soul,
If you leave the toilet seat up again,
I will shove your head in the bowl.
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:44 pm
You officially win the contest XD that was f*cking amazing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 1:30 pm
*a poem that i copied and pasted* rofl
hahahah
(that's what i would do)
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