he was the one who got away
he loved her so much but couldnt stay
i love you babe, was all he could say
he died on the next monday

his closest friend was the razor blade
that he used when he was blamed
only 18, thats a shame
when he died, he got that fame...but out of all the others,
hes the one that got away

it starts on the previous page people

Wow! Thats a deep poem! it wont get deleted tho, nothing offensive in it

V gud btw

Very good poem, I feel all awkward now...Sorry if thats real-life.......

but a good poem...


*prepares fingers for poem*

Seven years old, they played around in the mud,
And built a huge den in the near by wood.
Day by day they would visit this place,
Playing tag, and letting others give chase.
Then one night, little Tommy was sad,
He had spilt his supper, that made his father so mad.
He hit little Tommy, and Tommy ran away,
Straight into the woods, where he always would play.
But at night it was different, so gloomy and wild,
Not a safe place for a seven year old child.
He ran for ages, but his den was not there,
He ran as the branches tustled through his hair.
It soon came to attention, that he was lost,
And he would fear his life at such a cost.
He heard a noise just behind him, he looked around,
Something struck him and he hit the ground.
His parents and friends all searched through the rain,
But little Tommy was never found again .

AWWWWWWWW,gud poem Ste.........time for a title i think........



TITLE: PM/PM's (have we had that one)

soz for making u feel awkward mr_guevara lol, its like a bit of reality mixed with ideas n stuff

Hey speedy, what we do is leave titles on here,and Ste (aka mr guevara) does a poem! You gonna join in???? Goooo Ooooon !

okie dokie homie wooooo lol

I sat in the rain watch the people pass by
Life not the same since the 9th of July
Thats when she left and never returned
And still the lessons not learned
Why did she leave i loved her so much
Her beautiful eyes and her delicate touch
And i thought she loved me
How cruel could she be
She tore out my heart and ripped it in half
Maybe one day she'll return to love me again
Or maybe this idea is just insane
On day i will be able to love again
But after the horrific pain
It might sound silly and obsurd but i want her back
She was my rock on which i built my life
And i just wanted her to be my wife





Edited at 22:30 Mon 21/08/06 (BST)

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW thats so gud that one.................


kk speedy,the title was PM or PM's so do one about that !

hmmmm ok justsumgirl....i just need to wake up properly

LMAO! Well come on then!! u must be awake now!!!!


Ste, im hoping to read yours later too btw

i come on funkypool
and i stick to the rules
but there are some guys who just act like a fool
i sit here in my zone listening to eminem
but then a guy comes on and gives me a pm!
he says to me hi asl
and im like whoa check my profile...cant u seem im not a girl
so i close the chat window and i go to a game
but everywhere i go all i see is pure fame....
some guys are like ur a legend speedy
others think im a funkypool celebrity
then i win a tourny and in here they come again
saying wd speedy the uk champion
so i make my dedications at the very end
and put loads of names down due to the amount of pm's

YAY!!!!! *claps* V good speedy


Ste's next..........

woooo woooo wooo thanks...im glad u approve lol

I think ste shud make one titled "Paula"!?

mr_guevara

can u make a poem where all the begining letters are A-Z and about love

(i'll try do that soon as louis mate)

PM's

I never really used to chat in a PM much,
Only for banter with friends as such.
But one PM makes me feel so great,
And keeps me up all hours til late.
Im giving no clues, but this person knows,
How to make me smile and to curl my toes.
I sit here eagerly, with the PM on screen,
Eyes wide open, I am so very keen.
She is so brilliant, we can talk for so long,
About how we feel, or our favourite song.
I log on anticipating a pm to pop up,
And i shake with excitement as i hold my tea-cup.
Hopefully soon we will converse again,
And the context of speech will still be the same.
I've never been so happy on this funkypool site,
With this PM person who appears on a night.
But maybe i made this up, she mightn ot exist,
And maybe i made up that we ever shared a kiss.

wikid poem mr_g