Random.
Sat here alone, wondering where she has gone
As i stretch out my arms, and let out a yawn
Its Been nearly Two days, since her last post
Feel like im typing a poem,to a strange kinda ghost
It's eerie without her, the place seems so hollow
As i post away merrily, and no messages follow
Just brings home the message, that when she's not here
I miss her so much, with a love thats sincere
Im listening to songs, that we both seem to love
Just lying back, staring into the space above
Thinking about times, the laughs we've shared
The times when even, we've made our selves scared
Scared of parting, and even losing each other
Through a fault of our own, or even another
But i smile to myself now, i still feel her here
As James starts to sing, and i open a beer
Its that SOMETHING again, it tugs my heart strings
Every time,he starts that special song that he sings
I'm missing you baby, come back to ya fella
That lucky sod, the man you call Stella

~Stell~

Nice poem stell, was wondering where she was...hope everythings hunky dorey.

Aw *HUGS* Love that bab



Title? Rain

Me Loife this manth

Lifes like a Cuppa Tea
Tastes good im sure you'll agree

But sometimes we stir, A little too hard
The tea bag breaks, Feel like a retard

As much as we stir, The grains never
disappear
But dont give up, Dont turn to beer.

In time the tea grains will ease
Still drinkable, and will hopfully please?

So dont give up on your cuppa
Cos im telling you now me'ol mucka

This is your tea, Go ahead and klug
Add sugar and milk. What the heck...Its your mug.

Pete~
<<< Still Smiling

Edited at 11:26 Sun 29/06/08 (BST)

Another poem about the wet stuff, we adore
Tho i'm sure i've done one about rain before
This is the stuff, that gets you wet through
Makes you all sticky, though not quite like glue
It falls so frequent, in this country of ours
Making grass green, and feeding the flowers
Fast or slow it falls, only god has the power
To make it a Gale, or even a small shower
Now rain is a friend, to this fella called Stella
He even goes out without an umberella (ella ella ella)
It reminds him of times, of times he has missed
Standing in the rain, and being nicely kissed
There's no better feeling, of being in that place
Kissing in the rain, as it falls on your face
So dont begrudge rain, it's a wonderful friend
And with that little message, this poem comes to an end

~Stell~






Edited at 12:44 Sun 29/06/08 (BST)

Pit ~ Great! glad ur still smiling (Lmao @ Manth tho)

Stell ~ I was OOER OH!! (Yella shaking head icno) @ the start of your poem LMAOOOOOOOOOOO! Love it tho...........and ya poem haha

A Jill poem cos am bored
Yes am here oh my lord
So come on entertain me
Sit yaself on my knee
And then you will see
How bored i reaaly am
And no i dnt like jam
So stop it and be a man
Do me a poem any will do
Cos if Jill can you can too
Just dnt make it like poo

RANDOM

This is a random poem im about to do
It may have no relevence to me or to you
You may read a line that may hit a nerve
Or a verse that you may want to swerve
Im truly just sat here and im typing away
Im not even sure what the next line will say
The words seem to fit as i type on this page
Rhyming away and in harmony they engage
It might make you happy may make you sad
Reading this poem could make you feel glad
Sat here some thoughts pop into my head
About past poems and what they have said
Weve all read poems some short some long
Some made an impact some made hurt prolong
For me there's been many thats brought me a tear
Some ive started reading with a feeling of fear
But most have had meanings left me feeling nice
Some been so good ive read more than twice
Whatever you feel when you read this thread
I hope your thoughts are not those of dread
A warm happy tingle id like everyone to feel
As you read this poem im trying to keep real

~Paula~

TIFFS/ROWS

Some rows erupt from one mere word
Then blow into something quite absurd
From nothing to mayhem in two mins flat
Wondering why someone even said that
Blaming each other and rake up the past
Arghhh how long will this argument last
Weve all said things we havent meant
A silly comment a mad moment spent
At some point weve asked ourselves why
Some may have even told a little white lie
Each being stubborn not wanting blame
Acting like children playing a stupid game
Yes weve all had our tiffs and rows before
Weve stomped around and slammed a door

CONTD

May have gone that far that you almost part
Forgetting what made that argument start
And amid it all you still find things to say
Even thought you dislike feeling that way
Soon its all over got things off your chest
Fight over? yes, but the start of a test
Will that of left a real bittersweet taste
All them things you just said in haste
Or will that be another tiff put to sleep
And you still have faith and trust to keep
None of you know till one breaks the ice
Swallows their pride says something nice
So next time you row try hold this thought
Is it really worth it? Lifes just too short.


~Paula~

Way to go Wee Feet





come on now lets have some more

your go for deffo jill, we need them crap poems to make us laff

I don't even know why I'm bothered to write this,
Seeing this thread; a post certainly couldn't go a miss.

Jill


A real quick poem just to say
Welcome back Jill hope your ok
Youve been missed on this site
While an illness you had to fight
Were glad your here in this gaff
Your someone who makes us laff
So here you go a hug from me
Good to have you back Flappsy


~Paula~

here here
time for a beer
cheer cheer
cheeky is back we hear
oh dear dear
my rank will soar i fear
oh what the heck..another beer

a roses beauty now adorned, petals soft to the touch
protruded by this sharpened thorn, the pain, it causes much
for beauty casts a spell upon, all those that lingre here
and with such memories exposed, leave them trembling in fear
for beauty takes a hold upon, the shallowest of men
and drags them to the darkened depths, never to float again
for truth there is, unto the tail, with memories they weep
for now they understand the truth, beauty is just skin deep.

Tids ~ LOL Good one..

the_one ~ Thats lovely that




GUYS!!! Bottom of page two

Where are all you poets? eh? EH? WHERE

He got home this maaanin was punch drunk
Been aaatttt all night and smelt like a skunk
Opened the fridge and got aattttt a Maffin
Then climbed the stairs was haffin an paffin
Got into bed with Maffin cos was a lil treat
But wen he lacked at it twas too good to eat
So he jast layed it dawn on his lil pilla ya see
Then he sed dear Maffin i jast cant eat thee
And so off they drifted into a deep sleep
And while PIT snored Maffin made no peep
So fast asleep they both stayed all night
But the next maaannin Pit was covered in..........MAFFIN




OH I CANT DO IT! Am Pmslllllllllllllll

L M A OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! !

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! That was GREAT BAB!

WOBBLE-SI!

Lave it!

ps- MAFFINS NAY IN FRIDGE, THEY IN CABAD