Pictures

Pictures here, and pictures there ,
Pictures in the salon, ideas for hair.
Pictures in a painting, depicting the war,
Pictures taken at parties, while we lay on the floor.
Photos with the friends on, all with a smile,
Photos of drunkeness, all laid in a pile.
Picture with an old man, with a really long beard,
Picture of a woman, that looks really wierd.
Picture on a calendar, lick it all day long,
Picture in a video, for a music song.
Picture this, a naked man, running down the street,
Picture the hardness of his nips, and the soreness of his feet.
Picture a poet under a tree, with paper and quill in hand,
Picture a really difficult story, so hard to understand.
Picture a picture, in a poem thread, to brighten up the room,
Picture my next little funky poem, coming to all you lot soon!

WOOOOOOO Ste i love it...and i was pmsl at this.....


Picture of a woman, that looks really wierd.
Picture on a calendar, lick it all day long,


HAHAHAHA hidden message by nechance thre ste

Title: Holidayyy

HAHAHAHA!!!! yup hidden my love...

Holiday

How i love to feel the sand in between my old toes,
And watch people sunbathe as the wind hardly blows.
Tourists on lilo's floating around on the sea,
Trying to figure out spanish shows that are on the TV.
Laying on the balcony, with music in your ear,
Going for a walk to the bar, for an ice cold pint of beer.
Swimming in the hotel pool, meeting such new folk,
Having one to many shandys, chattin to some bloke.
Having a dance on the floor of the club, trying to find the bog,
Bumpin into a se xy girl, having a little snog.
All of these things are what i dream of today,
Just to get onto a plane and have a holiday!

I knew it!!!!!!!!!


Yayyyyyy i love it ste i do i do!!!!!


Title: Games!

Games...

We all love games, i have a game for you,
I'll be the red man, you be the blue.
Roll up the dice, to move up the squares,
Dodge the sleeping dragon, and climb up the stairs.
Dont land on an X sign, you have to start again,
Try hit the ! sign, it uncovers the secret lane.
And after you reach the end, you save the girl from the cage,
But a nasty man pops out, full of madness an rage.
If we play this game, im sure to let you win,
Just to see your wide eyes, and your cheeky little grin.
This game I just invented, it does not have a name,
Plus if you keep rolling a 1, your sure to go insane!
So roll a five, and stay alive,
If you roll a 2, you stink off poo!!!!!

Slogging away, mud spread all over his boots,
No sign of any men here, wearing suits.
Just helmets and jackets, gloves and bins,
Shifting all sorts of mysterious things.
A heirarchy of hats, black down to blue,
This means the supervisors say what to do.
'Fetch this and throw that' - 'This needs to extend',
He works his way through, thinking of the wage at the end.
He would rather be home, laid up in bed,
Or sitting in the garden, or watching TV instead.
But all through the week, the same things go on,
And the minutes seem like hours, and the hours too long.
He sees the changes of day, morning til late,
Until he clocks out, and leaves through the gate.
But still it is only for a few weeks time,
The job is so tiring, and this job is mine.

mr_guevara your poems are wicked!

Games

Take a rocket
Fly to the moon
Saucepan as my helmet
My weapon is my spoon

Touch a star climb a tree
Anti gravity on my tampoline
Get some space food in my pyjamas
Shooting aliens under bed covers

Thanks mate!

I like your poem too

WOOO i love em all

Title: HOME !!

this is one i wrote called the broken family

me and my brothers sat in the garden waiting
all we could hear was both our "parents" shouting
as i cried inside i wished it was a dream
there was a loud crash and then an almighty scream
we rushed in the house and up the stairs
to find my mum kneeling, bleeding from her hair
they got mum the towel while i picked up the phone
inside of me i was dead and i felt all alone
they came and put some staples in her head
my dad was meant to leave but it ended up in bloodshed
i cried myself to sleep forever
and i knew that everything was all over
i didnt want my dad to leave
but he just wanted to be free

seven years on im depressed and self harming
but every night i think about dying
im scarred for life for what they put me through
im hurt so much that i hate you two
flashbacks of the day you went to war
and just seeing mum kneeling on the floor
i cry inside so much
that i couldnt give a ****
how you will try to hurt me again
because im fifteen and i refuse to listen
so you tell lies about each other
which one is it, my father or mother
all i want to do is get you out my life
even if that means that im the sacrifice

Awwww Speedy *hugs*.....hope thats not a real life story *Hugs*

good poem tho

So many times to see defeat
Under the stadium of light in my seat
No players worth the money they earn
Defenders poor they'll never learn
Every game i stop to see
Random teams hammering me
Lonely there up in the crowd
Aggresively cheering loud and proud
Never will change my loyal ways
Dreaming of the good old days

Nice Poem Sunderland.....

miss_steph that was actually part of something that happened in my life...there was a bit more but i didnt put it on there

awwwwwww Speedy *hugs* hope ure ok

yeah im fine lol hehehe

gdgd

Steeee where are ya hun this was in the middle of page two


( i know ya busy with work but still )