not just any girl,
a different class indeed,
ya make da poems flow on here,
even if it makes ya bleed......
yer fingers never stop,
when u arrive online,
i miss ya when uve gone away,
for justsomegirl i pine

Here's my poem, that I promised for you
Its not been rehearsed, but Im sure it'll do.

I remember way back, when I first joined here
I saw you in chat, snogging miss steph, thats clear!

My mind thought things, that wasnt so true...
About you and miss steph, and what you would do!

It was all in good fun, and a laugh we all had
Sitting in the garage, was definately our pad

Lights, Camera, Action! Is what I would say...
When you and Ste logged on to play...

Horse's and plants, toilet's and bed's...
Were some of the prop's that came from our heads

Imaginary films is what we would do
Laughing and gasping till half past 2

Strangers entering, and giving us the eye...
As your poncing around with your favorite toy!

Swingers we were, but only by name
Just a group of friends having fun and a game

But swinger's left as time passed more
And soon it was clear we had closed the door.

Going from a whole group, to just two...
Its still good to know that I still have you

We combined and confided...you and me
And decided to create the top "PNP"

We'de play for hours, and talk even more
Swap music on MSN, and pics we saw

Labeled our dress sense, "Prada for Pit"
"Pig for Primark"....You little twit! (LOL!)

Not to mention the cat, that lerks in the Ally
He's hard to find...even harder then Wally!

He jumps from nowhere! And gives us a fright!
Us falling down is a pretty good sight! (())

Out of characters, Theres so much to say
You know everything already, You were there anyway :)

Never mind now! Ive posted again...
I couldnt just leave without saying your name.

One heck of a girl...I hold close to my heart
If she's also your friend I suggest you dont part

Thanks for being there, whenever Ive called...
Paula your a star...Grab your coat...youve pulled



Pit X

go pete!

Hips

Pine no more for i am here
To get me poem head in gear
Trying hard to reply to you
As well as doing others too
I love all poems thats for sure
Keep 'em coming forever more
This threads like a top ten hit
Full of fun, with banter not...........crap

Pit

Your poem it has touched me
How every verse is true
I can hardly believe that
It was composed by you

Youve give it lots of meaning
It truely sounds sincere
Each and every detail
About people who were here

You also made it funny
About 'swingers' in the night
Them garage days are defo
Still in my mind alright!

I found a lil fault though
It wasnt very big
It was Pit for Primark
Prada was for Pig!

All in all though seriously
Your poem has made me see
Just how much i actually care
About what you mean to me

And so as long as im here
I'll be proud to be you mate
Oh hang on i'll get me coat
I believe weve got a date!!


~Paula~ X

Thanks Hips!

Paula...again...what a great poem! Love it!
(But no filling up ok?)

A date we have
Oh when shall it be..?
Maybe on funkypool..
On the 14th of Febuary!

Roses and chocolates
Champers on ice...
Black silky lingerie
Would be real nice!

We'll li....just heard a noise....Ive G2G! PMSL!

Ive just proper PMSL @ That end bit hahahahahahaha

Calm down Pit with the lingerie
Tho i know you'd be like wahayyyy
Roses are nice yeah they'll do
Forget the chocs they'll get scoffed by you!!!!

A Summer's Dream

The clouds roll slowly, the breeze cuts the tree's,
I hear the flowing river, and the buzzing of the bee's.
The sun sits heavily, with the heat that it brings,
Distant children's laughter, as they all play on the swings.

Freshly-cut grass, and its unmistakable scent,
A young couple lying down, just outside their tent.
A boat on the lake, with its sail set high,
Momentary noisy ducks, passing through the sky.

A picnic blanket all rolled out, basket full of food,
Cold bottles from the fridge to put us in the mood.
Strawberries and iced-cream, to slurp up for dessert,
A blanket there to cover her legs, when its too cold for a skirt.

Our little Ipod, with its dock, to softly play our tunes,
A little small change in my pocket, for the man who sells balloons.
We then lay back, side to side, and look up in the air,
Making shapes out of the clouds while she plays with her hair.

A little dream of summertime, and how it should always be,
With people grazing on the park, all living care-free.
If only life were this simple, and this poem were true,
But until then, my brand new friends, I'll share this dream with you.

Very nice poem! wish i could do em,but i must be going.

Fab poem! Fab username too!

Have you been here before? Theres been a lot of ppl over the yrs on this thread yet yours seems familiar lol i thought it was great :)

Love reading all your poems,especially your last,romantic scenes of summers past.
Memories flood back to me,like charlie and the chocolate factory,memory's when i was young and things were more fun

I dunno if youve ever seen me mention it....this threads been going for yrs..its my fave and i promised id never let it die...i was 19 almost 20 then..and am 26 now :O i know i know saddooo haha

Try doing some Cym

I'll do me best,but that bloke "writeapoem" has got it down to a tee,I feel i cant really com pet!

Theres no comp here..just people who like composing/reading peoms / dittys / rhymes! Everyones welcome here and i certainly wouldnt judge your effort


Cymber Cymber give us a line..
Maybe 2, or 3 would be fine
Dont be shy to give us a verse
After all, i'll bet mine are worse!!

Mornings

Here's a short story, of something I love,
Something I do every day.
I open the cupboard and reach up above,
Knowing soon, that I'll be OK.

I take out the loaf of whole grain bread,
And pick out two slices for me.
I wait for the kettle as I scratch at my head,
And brew up a nice cup of tea.

Out pops the toast, and i spread on the jam,
Giving my tea a quick sip.
At this point you don't know how happy I am,
The perfect start after a kip.

Then to the sofa, where the TV goes on,
And Sky Sports News grabs the air.
This morning ritual fills my heart with song,
Where I don't have a worry or care.

Evenings

Saturday evenings can be so much fun,
It really depends what you do.
Whether its out on the town, and spending a ton,
Or having a meal just for two.

Having the friends round, or sat in on your own,
The options are endless it's true.
It could be the club where your money gets blown,
The choice really is up to you.

It could be the summer, the garden the place,
A barbecue grilling away.
Scoffing the chicken with grease on your face
Drinking cocktails to round off the day.

For me its the sofa, curled up in a ball,
With a great line up on the TV.
My phone goes on silent, I ignore all the calls,
Because Saturday night's just for me.

The Plight of Jack and Rose

Close your eyes Rose, feel the breeze on your face,
And slowly, step up onto the ledge.
Feel my arms round you, and feel your heart pace,
As you take flight right off the ships edge.

Your chestnut hair, now blows back in the gust,
The cold pinches at your pale skin.
I hold you from behind, my eyes filled with lust,
And my mouth slanting into a grin.

Yes Jack, I'm flying, I see all that now,
Thank you for bringing me here.
How two people like us met, I don't know how,
But my feelings for you are sincere.

Rose closes her eyes again, and slightly leans back,
She doesn't care if anybody is near.
She purses her lips, and softly kisses her Jack,
Her mind completely free of her fear.

Towards the States the ship sails, no worries in sight,
They will leave together when the ship hits the shore.
But Jack and Rose are unaware of their plight,
A tragedy awaits like never before.

valentines

on this day us blokes buy flowers,
and chocolates and stress for hours,
tryin ta think of what they want,
rackin yer mind and hittin a wall,
they can be ever such awkward

Valentines Sucks

Hearts and roses and kissses galore,
What the hell is all that crap for?
People get mushy with the ones they hold dear,
It's definately the most annoying day of the year.
This day needs to get over with and pass, Before i shove something up cupids ...,
I'll spend the day so drunk i cant speak,
And wear black for the rest of the week,
Guys act all sweet but soon it will fade,
For all they are doing is trying to get laid,
The arrow cupid shot at me must not have
struck,
Cause I think this love thing really does suck,
So here's my story...what else can i say?
I really despise Valentines Day!!