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13:49 Sat 26 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
I did one the other day! Go check it out lol....besides im crap at them...it takes me too long to think!!!! YOU do one
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14:05 Sat 26 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
Sorry, I dont know how i missed such a great poem, i wudnt mind seeing more of them .
Is it ok if i plagiarise?
Is it ok if i plagiarise?
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08:38 Sun 27 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
(lol)
Last night i went out clubbin..
I ended up obviously psssst,
cos when i woke up earlier
most of last night ive missed.
I noticed i posted on Gen Chat..
but then i must of crashed
i woke up on Sue's sofa
Feel like my heads been bashed!
Ta-daaaaaaaaa lol oh ignore me ive got an headache!
Last night i went out clubbin..
I ended up obviously psssst,
cos when i woke up earlier
most of last night ive missed.
I noticed i posted on Gen Chat..
but then i must of crashed
i woke up on Sue's sofa
Feel like my heads been bashed!
Ta-daaaaaaaaa lol oh ignore me ive got an headache!
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10:32 Sun 27 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
lol, thats not bad. better than what i could do anyway...
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10:38 Sun 27 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
Oh Come on bob......gizza Poem! Ste's not here to do them
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11:01 Sun 27 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
yea, but you're such a great stand-in. i wouldnt want to ruin the thread with drivel
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13:38 Sun 27 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
New House, upstairs
three rooms, downstairs
Kitchen, bathroom
hallway, living room.
Still in Stoke though,
Moving a no go,
Living with students
job to pay rent
Bloody good fun here
town centre is near
better than the summer
bit of a bummer
living in aunt's house
drinking Famous Grouse
had no internet
had to keep quiet
Now I'm back on FP
Happy with what I see!
three rooms, downstairs
Kitchen, bathroom
hallway, living room.
Still in Stoke though,
Moving a no go,
Living with students
job to pay rent
Bloody good fun here
town centre is near
better than the summer
bit of a bummer
living in aunt's house
drinking Famous Grouse
had no internet
had to keep quiet
Now I'm back on FP
Happy with what I see!
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13:41 Sun 27 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
Looking at what I just wrote
I seem to have lost my poetry skills
Could have been written by a goat
Rhyming scheme on overkill
But it's good to be back on Funkypool
with Paula and people, y'know, y'all
These poems used to flow so fast,
but I haven't the stamina to make this one last.
I seem to have lost my poetry skills
Could have been written by a goat
Rhyming scheme on overkill
But it's good to be back on Funkypool
with Paula and people, y'know, y'all
These poems used to flow so fast,
but I haven't the stamina to make this one last.
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14:04 Sun 27 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
SWING!!!! Yay i just posted on Gen chat to you!!!
16:27 Sun 27 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
If you too could pace behind the waggon,
That they flung him in,
And see the white eyes hanging in his face,
His hanging face.
If you could see,
With every jolt,
The blood come gargling,
From those froth corrupted lungs,
And see the cud of sores
On innocent tongues...
My friend,
You wouldn't tell with such high zest,
The old lie,
Sweet and fitting it is to die,
For one's country.
That they flung him in,
And see the white eyes hanging in his face,
His hanging face.
If you could see,
With every jolt,
The blood come gargling,
From those froth corrupted lungs,
And see the cud of sores
On innocent tongues...
My friend,
You wouldn't tell with such high zest,
The old lie,
Sweet and fitting it is to die,
For one's country.
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16:36 Sun 27 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead men got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords to shoot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
Got up and shot the two dead boys
think about it
Two dead men got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords to shoot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
Got up and shot the two dead boys
think about it
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16:46 Sun 27 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
PMSL TOM!
V Good MB......any more from you then????
V Good MB......any more from you then????
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17:56 Mon 28 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
Martin Blank! I know that poem...is it Wilfred Owen...
I think its Dulce Et Decorum Est ...
Hehe you sneak (i love that poem tho)
I think its Dulce Et Decorum Est ...
Hehe you sneak (i love that poem tho)
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18:05 Mon 28 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
(heres a poem)
On the coach seeing field after field,
Head leant against the window with both eyes peeled.
Where is the road sign, with London cast high,
I see a different city name, and let out a sigh.
But after 4 hours, we see the tall buildings and lights,
And we get so excited, to go out for the night.
But when everything is sorted, we shall stay at the hotel,
Drinkin more gin, and putting each other through hell.
Waking in the morning, the big event is today ,
Ive travelled to mighty London, to watch the babyshambles play.
And so it began, when i drunk too much beer,
Talking to two les bians, who made a joke that i was qu**r
And near the end I crowd-surfed, and the steward sent me out,
He said i was an idiot, and a silly little lout.
But now I know I have no room, to carry on this rhyme,
But il tell you the rest of the story, when i have a little time.
On the coach seeing field after field,
Head leant against the window with both eyes peeled.
Where is the road sign, with London cast high,
I see a different city name, and let out a sigh.
But after 4 hours, we see the tall buildings and lights,
And we get so excited, to go out for the night.
But when everything is sorted, we shall stay at the hotel,
Drinkin more gin, and putting each other through hell.
Waking in the morning, the big event is today ,
Ive travelled to mighty London, to watch the babyshambles play.
And so it began, when i drunk too much beer,
Talking to two les bians, who made a joke that i was qu**r
And near the end I crowd-surfed, and the steward sent me out,
He said i was an idiot, and a silly little lout.
But now I know I have no room, to carry on this rhyme,
But il tell you the rest of the story, when i have a little time.
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19:09 Mon 28 Aug 06 (BST) [Link]
Awwwwwwwwwww pmsl did that really happen Ste??
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