Guest Posted May 19, 2011 Report Share Posted May 19, 2011 Here is my poem: The White House the white house is the right house to be living in you'll never be hungry ever again you'd think you'd be happy but with all this fear and doubt all the people can do is jeer and pout i can handle it you say with a pound ha i laugh you'd be hiding in the ground while we relax in the sand they keep shrapnel from coming from Vietnam Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Thalia Posted November 10, 2011 Report Share Posted November 10, 2011 Is this based on an O Henry Story...coz I think I've read the story somewhere...but really well put in a poem It sounds like "The Last Leaf". @Aki- I really enjoyed your poem. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted November 26, 2011 Report Share Posted November 26, 2011 really nice poem aki... never heard the story but i really liked it, i love how it surprises the reader towards the end and very nicely put Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted November 26, 2011 Report Share Posted November 26, 2011 weeelll welll... look what i have dug up from the mountain of papers in my room. a poem i wrote last yr during class.. now it's rather melancholic but hey i was in class no surprise there right? note: i wrote this as if being seen by the eyes of the grim reaper.. hours of the midnight red moon through me pass the hours of deathly nights where shrieks and terrors are my only delights my soul can no longer find it's rest thrown into eternity my existence takes these hours for the best all agonies, all sorrows, all pass through me all sins, all tumbles before me to see through me they enter into the gates of woe all with bashful acts uphold through me they see what's truly instore as their pleadings, their apologies, their wails roar i know of no emotion to feel with these souls sympathy and pity play no roles all who are forsaken are forsaken forevermore all mistakes considered not less not more this void where my heart was once stored has been deprived of emotions sweet nectar at times i feel t'is better to be reaped then to be responsible for the end of lives and what they hoped but sins of all kinds increase by the passing of the days and my time fills more with the sorrows of those who have lost their way it's pathetic to see what was once pure as snow grows to destroy all that he knows there is no beauty in what i go through only acceptance on what has been bestowed upon me to do through eternity i pass through eternity i endure gods once greatest creation has been sullied by the truth hope you enjoy it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 'Cat'astrophe Posted November 27, 2011 Report Share Posted November 27, 2011 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted December 3, 2011 Report Share Posted December 3, 2011 thank you catastrophe... i think anyone got anything else to share? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Here is my poem:
The White House
the white house is the right house to be living in
you'll never be hungry ever again
you'd think you'd be happy but with all this fear and doubt
all the people can do is jeer and pout
i can handle it you say with a pound
ha i laugh you'd be hiding in the ground
while we relax in the sand
they keep shrapnel from coming from Vietnam
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