my poems

Some crap I wrote:

A purple flower on my mind,
A flush when he smiles and says good bye,
A heart ache when he’s out of my sight,
A tear in the sky when he doesn’t reply,
It’s gonna rain.

It doesn’t matter I am gonna stay,
With you in my arms or just me with the rain,
I feel sick but I can’t complain,
Is it so bad if it’s fake?

A sour grape on the rise,
A regret on the turn, no hands tied,
A burst of hate when he lies,
A comfort lost, time to hide,
It’s gonna rain.

There is no reason for me stay,
Astray from the field of pain,
This should be my happiest day,
Can this be just another simple mistake?

I’m addicted to rain.

I don't fall in place here,
I don't fall in place there,
Not in my dreams,
Not anywhere,

Solely in my chair,
Without a care,
While time spins me I slowly die,
As lonely as a ghost in disrepair,

Feeling so good,
When I am so high,
I never worry about the fall,
I'm always at the end of the line,

Always something about truth and lies,
When you ramble on,
I'll pretend to care,
Does this make me a treacherous swine?

Awful feedback,
Devastating blows,
An aggravated day,
Time to go home,

Don't think it will ever be the same,
People change,
Should I grab my tools and build a new world?
It doesn't matter anyway,

You imagine that you are dead
In a world where you are king
So you can’t feel pain and witness democracy.

Those you hate are servants
And they serve only you,
The ones you love are near
But they don’t have any emotions,
Just the way you want them to.

You control everyone like pawns in a chess game,
It makes you feel like you are in gods shoes
But yet you wonder
Just who is leading who?

All the riches and fame you wished you had gained
Are right at your feet,
Everything you want is in your mind
composed as a dream,
It must be nice to know if everything in life fails
You can always be a king.

As I'm writing this poem
I push a beer down my gullet
2006 and I still wear a mullet.
To make up a word like jingles
So I could rhyme it with pringles
I went to the doctors
And he cured me of shingles.=Not true..............I was never cured 😖hifty:

My talent is lacking
in creating a poem
By reading this trite
It might make you groan =(GROAN)
I read your own poem's
They were better than this
For me to read this
I'm gonna have to get pissed.

My poem isn't heartfelt
In fact it's quite daft
So after I'm done
I'm going to stab my heart with a dart.= that bits particularly bad.

So to my Clone
I write this poem for you
And if you don't like it
I might make love to emu's.=That's where I lost the plot. 😆

I apologize to everyone who reads this..........NOT!!!!!! 😈

Originally posted by Valharu
As I'm writing this poem
I push a beer down my gullet
2006 and I still wear a mullet.
To make up a word like jingles
So I could rhyme it with pringles
I went to the doctors
And he cured me of shingles.=Not true..............I was never cured 😖hifty:

My talent is lacking
in creating a poem
By reading this trite
It might make you groan =(GROAN)
I read your own poem's
They were better than this
For me to read this
I'm gonna have to get pissed.

My poem isn't heartfelt
In fact it's quite daft
So after I'm done
I'm going to stab my heart with a dart.= that bits particularly bad.

So to my Clone
I write this poem for you
And if you don't like it
I might make love to emu's.=That's where I lost the plot. 😆

I apologize to everyone who reads this..........NOT!!!!!! 😈

Originally posted by Valharu
As I'm writing this poem
I push a beer down my gullet
2006 and I still wear a mullet.
To make up a word like jingles
So I could rhyme it with pringles
I went to the doctors
And he cured me of shingles.=Not true..............I was never cured 😖hifty:

My talent is lacking
in creating a poem
By reading this trite
It might make you groan =(GROAN)
I read your own poem's
They were better than this
For me to read this
I'm gonna have to get pissed.

My poem isn't heartfelt
In fact it's quite daft
So after I'm done
I'm going to stab my heart with a dart.= that bits particularly bad.

So to my Clone
I write this poem for you
And if you don't like it
I might make love to emu's.=That's where I lost the plot. 😆

I apologize to everyone who reads this..........NOT!!!!!! 😈

That was wonderful, Valharu! Wait! did you call me an emu? 😠

😖hifty:

Originally posted by Clone
That was wonderful, Valharu! Wait! did you call me an emu? 😠

😖hifty:

I always tell the truth.....even when I lie.

Originally posted by Clone
I always tell the truth.....even when I lie.

If you fool your self....you will be happy.

If I'm happy......will I be a fool?

Yes....and you will be stuck in a laundry room...............*widens eyes* FOREVER.

Originally posted by Clone
Yes....and you will be stuck in a laundry room...............*widens eyes* FOREVER.

😆

I hate laundry rooms. Worst place in the world!

Originally posted by Clone
😆

I hate laundry rooms. Worst place in the world!

😆

More poems Clone!!!

Originally posted by Valharu
More poems Clone!!!

There's real promise here, Clone. Your poems are heartfelt and skillfully rendered. Keep up the good work.

Thank you. ^_^