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| BrownIedMissJ (profile) wrote, on 6-1-2005 at 9:47pm | |
| Subject: poems |
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| Nothing Words that rhyme Mean nothing Why rhyme when no one talks that way It’s worthless to try and sit and think Pulling out words you would never use So to me poetry Means nothing When I write an essay do you want it to rhyme Or do you want to hear what I really have to say Do you want to know what I learned from Dr. Sues or Dr. King? Try to understand this “prose” as poets say I’m very opinionated and wise beyond years And I don’t want poetry to carry on past me Sorry if I offend some but to me poetry Means nothing And I call him Poetry Let me tell you how I meet this boy And whenever I see him he brings effortless joy No material things that usually give me glee Those smiles and lips no longer interest me I wish I might imitate his sensuous flow But every time I see him he has something to let me know He can flip a switch give me Light or Dark Straps me into an emotional roller coaster only if I embark Upon his words He’ll ride and embrace every curve, swerve and dip The balance of differences never seem to tip He is flexible enough to match my flavor From a zesty to sweet all of them he can savor Don’t make my words speak let them sing Let me start again from the very beginning Let the whole world know In short he is simply so Divine and Lovely And I call him Poetry ~Javonne~ |
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| Anonymous | Starwars for ang, 06-07-05 9:49am http://www.filmsound.org/starwars/ |