Haiku's,Poems and anything that rhymes!

FOR CHISHA,WHO HAD A BAD TIME A FEW DAYS AGO:

Them old bloaks they shatter glass
not knowing what happens next
your fragile feelings they give a pass
forgetting you know what happens next.
Its not your fault he went perverse
and his deeds you can't reverse
but have a good birthday and bust his screen
because you deserve better my Queen!
You can get over this,I don't know how...
but with the LORD it might happen now...​
Here,these should help:
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Everybody's changing
right before my eyes
and I still haven't had the time
to take off my disguise
Why can't they stay all sweet and never go downhill
if you change then I suppose I will...

Please don't GO! oh oh oh
Because I don't Know oh oh oh
what to do,without you.

He got fixed,he never broke
I hope my thoughts are just a joke
I never want to see it through
please don't change I'm telling you!

Please don't GO oh oh oh
because I don't Know oh oh oh
what to do without you....

Your song filled me up,just the way I liked it
but if it stops,then I die
what am I to do without it?​
 
I may stay at home and learn from a screen
I may not be THAT clever but I can be keen
I may not wear bands on my wrists
I may not belong to a clique
I may not have had my first kiss
But I Am so not thick.
I'm no diff'rent from them,my life's just a bit off
so if we're of the same blood? why do I scoff?
You may have peers,but I have my mum
and trust me my pretties that is NOT fun.
when your mum is the pressure and friends are relief
it just gets so awkward,what you don't believe?
You may have a "boyfriend" and I may not
but what do I care?
I don't wanna be caught.
Boys now days are jerks,I prefer men. Usually those born way back then.
I cannot have them,but I can write books
and make up fine stories about their good looks.
So I suppose we're the same,but I differ a bit​
 
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In the hammock I sit and swing
while you sit in the lawn chair and sing
He brings me lemonade
and you wear sunglasses
we're enjoying the summer
free from our classes

We explore the grand forest floor
we pretend we see a hidden door
three kings and a queen isn't it grand?
we'll make this place our Narnia land

We cross the creek and get our shoes wet
I can make it across first I bet
you beat me though I fall on my knees
I get scraped,but my hand he'll squeeze
he says it's okay and gets a band-aid
oh even with bruises,its a wonderful day:)​
 
Narniamoondust said:
I may stay at home and learn from a screen
I may not be THAT clever but I can be keen
I may not wear bands on my wrists
I may not belong to a clique
I may not have had my first kiss
But I Am so not thick.
I'm no diff'rent from them,my life's just a bit off
so if we're of the same blood? why do I scoff?
You may have peers,but I have my mum
and trust me my pretties that is NOT fun.
when your mum is the pressure and friends are relief
it just gets so awkward,what you don't believe?
You may have a "boyfriend" and I may not
but what do I care?
I don't wanna be caught.
Boys now days are jerks,I prefer men. Usually those born way back then.
I cannot have them,but I can write books
and make up fine stories about their good looks.
So I suppose we're the same,but I differ a bit​
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I LOVED this one, Dusty. It's really good.:D
 
amdd97 said:
I LOVED this one, Dusty. It's really good.:D
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can you figure out what it's about?
Its about how I say "oh PUBLIC SCHOOLERS" like in a bad way(I've had some BAD experiences) but then I realise...who am I to scoff? I'm exactly the same!...sort of...with out silly bandz..WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH THOSE THINGS?????

OOOOOH I HAVE AN IDEA!!!!
 
silly bandz
silly bandz
what is the DEAL?
silly bandz
silly bandz
so rubbery in feel
If I had them upon my wrist
within a week they'd be in bits
for like a dog I chew and chew
until in pieces so not few
they lie about the floor....​
 
This one was suggested by my sister about 5 seconds ago:



Hannah Montana
what is up with that?
Wait,she's two different people?
MAN what a cat...
Too much relationship
not enough funny
hillbilly daddies
who call you "my honey"
Then with your outfits that make you look tramp
your show gets low hits 'cause you try to vamp
up your look and it's the death of you yet​
 
my sister has been rattling off ideas for me,so these will be comedic.
I've been feeling a bit down lately so I'm trying to write happy poems.
Mostly these consist of celebrities which my sister hates:


Sir Bieber of Justin
you pretend to be lustin'
and carrying on like a man
but you're just a baby
you say so yourself
and its proved,'cause you ran into doors
Your pants fall to the ground
when you run around
and your hair is a molded as clay
And one more comment if I may
You are NOT the hope of this world​
 
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