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| Topic: The 'Poet' inside you! | |
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Imagine your childhood face and emotion of those days; innocent smiling, falling in love with someone you liked, feeling hurt after being rejected etc.
Change is normal with age. But if you can imagine of your childhood face and feelings, you are a great poet! It's other thing that you may not compose a poem. Express your self and feel happy/great. 
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There once was a man from Nantucket..........
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Little Boy Blue -
He needed the money. (andrew dice clay) |
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Roses are red
Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme And some don't. 
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Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a 
Eating her  and 
Along came a 
And  down 
And  Miss Muffet Away
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These things we think
These things we say Just fade to shades of black and grey. |
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There once was a man from Nantucket..........
Who kept his weed in a bucket.... Wanna finish this....? |
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There once was a man from Nantucket..........
whose foot got caught in a bucket he railed and stomped he clashed and he chomped then got an axe and said "f@ck it" jw I think u knew someone would work in the F word 
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These things we think These things we say Just fade to shades of black and grey. although the mind ponders far and wide when we render ourselves secure and profound and in the next minute we stuff our heads in it then look all around at the wisdom we found and wish that we knew what to do with it |
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What is happy, when the whole world cries.
When hello's become forever goodbyes. As time has us never aging, our death so implies. What's the point of any question, if nobody tries. 
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What is happy, when the whole world cries. When hello's become forever goodbyes. As time has us never aging, our death so implies. What's the point of any question, if nobody tries.
time's fleeting moments shield our eyes from direction and truer corners never turned will still be there when we wake up, older , scorned and spurned |
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Roses are red Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme And some don't.
Roses are red Not always Violets are blue Not always true. Some poems rhyme Listen time to time And some don't Don't mind don't.  
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Edited by
winterblue56
on
Wed 02/02/11 06:24 PM
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Scrambled Eggs
Eggs-- two side by side make ..........eyes that look break the yolk and it's a ..........running brook. put them together and they ..........look like boobies eat them raw and they ..........taste like cooties. two hard boiled forms rolling ..........hills eggs over easy are soft as ..........pillows. scramblethemtogether ..........and that's my brain! |
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Little Boy Blue - He needed the money. (andrew dice clay) cuz he was sportin' one ex spenive hunnie she'll dally and shimmy till blue boy says gimme then locks her knees tight till she gets the money |
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Little Miss Muffet Sat on a
Eating her and
Along came a
And down
And Miss Muffet Away
Where from you are? Come here come near You are my dear! 
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throw out those shoes
scrap the hose powder your nose you have nothing to lose Making snow angels feeling happy & free ain't that easy when you are me stuck here in a tropical war zone way too many miles from home I guess I could go somewhere on a weekend pass find some peace from this struggle for class as I watch orphaned children hunting for bones I guess I could make angels via text on my phone |
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There once was a man from Nantucket..........
Who kept his weed in a bucket.... Wanna finish this....? And he did forget. Whole day long Searched here & there, Found it no where. Became very sad The whole world was bad! He was from Nantucket His name was "Fket". 
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