reef_magic
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ur such a sweatheart kitty my girl
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djultra
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My Angel
GOD were do angels come from was the question that I said
As I bowed my head down and prayed beside my bed
Do angels come from heaven or are they just in my mind
GOD can you answer me, just this one time
I prayed for an angel all to my own, to hug, to kiss and always to love
As I prayed to GOD and the heavens above
But there was no answer to my prayer as it ended in amen
It must have been that I wasn’t good and my life was filled with sin
But as I laid my head down and began to dream
I pictured an angel, at least that’s what it seemed
I was awakened with fright with a whisper in my ear
With the words I Love You was all I could hear
But the person beside me meant me no harm
Because the angel I was looking for was lying in my arms
GOD were do angels come from was the question that I said
As I bowed my head down and prayed beside my bed
Do angels come from heaven or are they just in my mind
GOD can you answer me, just this one time
I prayed for an angel all to my own, to hug, to kiss and always to love
As I prayed to GOD and the heavens above
But there was no answer to my prayer as it ended in amen
It must have been that I wasn’t good and my life was filled with sin
But as I laid my head down and began to dream
I pictured an angel, at least that’s what it seemed
I was awakened with fright with a whisper in my ear
With the words I Love You was all I could hear
But the person beside me meant me no harm
Because the angel I was looking for was lying in my arms
friction32
Member
Not mine but my 15 year old son wrote this and won a contest on a Poetry site...
Death Take All
Death take all, or so they say
to play again on this dying day.
you live to sin in all romance
to sing the sounds in lover's trance.
i see again in death may lie
to love and live until i die.
to live, to die, to have a ball
live inside my world, to take it all.
my mind runs round and round
driving my life into the ground.
living sounds and sounds to hear
i live again for one more year.
growing old, i whither away
no longer should i stay and play.
laying down my soul to rest
i lived the life, i took the test
i'm facing no what i fear
i'm looking at my dying year.
death comes to ruin summers ball,
we keep from death, death take all.
Brandon Michael Jennings
Death Take All
Death take all, or so they say
to play again on this dying day.
you live to sin in all romance
to sing the sounds in lover's trance.
i see again in death may lie
to love and live until i die.
to live, to die, to have a ball
live inside my world, to take it all.
my mind runs round and round
driving my life into the ground.
living sounds and sounds to hear
i live again for one more year.
growing old, i whither away
no longer should i stay and play.
laying down my soul to rest
i lived the life, i took the test
i'm facing no what i fear
i'm looking at my dying year.
death comes to ruin summers ball,
we keep from death, death take all.
Brandon Michael Jennings
reef_magic
Member
kinda creepy
i like it! :yes:
i like it! :yes:
fishman830
Active Member
mine from my english class.. our topic was a war poem..
The thunderous shells beat this bloody hell
Rain, pain, friends bodies put to shame
Deafening loudness can’t hear at all
No lines drawn, no where to go
Orders barked
Men lost
Battles not lost, not nearly over
Machine gun blare
Lost
Confusion
Reinforcements in sight
Yet I’ve lost my will to fight
I clench my rifle
But don’t see why
Am I living or dieing
Bodies fill the fields nearest to me
I stand to drag my self back to the front
then one i LOVE.. but not by me
Fear on the Line
by Garrett
Another day amongst the soils
We do nothing but fight and toil
And for what? Our country tells
Us to fight against the hells
The men are depressed
And deprived of rest
There's nnothing we can do
But ask them to continue
This failure of a war
A game where no one scores
Now the whistleing of a shell
Calls to bring me unto hell
There is no time to react
Only time for all to go black
Waking in a room of despair
I see my legs are not there
Amputated is what they were
Or blown clean off, I am not sure
It matters not, for here I lay
Waiting for that soon-to-come day
When I am wheeled into the room
Where so many others have met their doom
But for now, I think of friends
Still on the line where fear never ends
The thunderous shells beat this bloody hell
Rain, pain, friends bodies put to shame
Deafening loudness can’t hear at all
No lines drawn, no where to go
Orders barked
Men lost
Battles not lost, not nearly over
Machine gun blare
Lost
Confusion
Reinforcements in sight
Yet I’ve lost my will to fight
I clench my rifle
But don’t see why
Am I living or dieing
Bodies fill the fields nearest to me
I stand to drag my self back to the front
then one i LOVE.. but not by me
Fear on the Line
by Garrett
Another day amongst the soils
We do nothing but fight and toil
And for what? Our country tells
Us to fight against the hells
The men are depressed
And deprived of rest
There's nnothing we can do
But ask them to continue
This failure of a war
A game where no one scores
Now the whistleing of a shell
Calls to bring me unto hell
There is no time to react
Only time for all to go black
Waking in a room of despair
I see my legs are not there
Amputated is what they were
Or blown clean off, I am not sure
It matters not, for here I lay
Waiting for that soon-to-come day
When I am wheeled into the room
Where so many others have met their doom
But for now, I think of friends
Still on the line where fear never ends
sammystingray
Active Member
Kind of reminds me of "disposable heros".
Metallica lyrics are worthy of being called poems in my opinion........atleast they were at one point.
Metallica lyrics are worthy of being called poems in my opinion........atleast they were at one point.
fishman830
Active Member
yeah.. that last one i posted sorta reminds me of one... but disposable heros... is just a good song
ekclark
Member
Here is one I had to write for a Brit. Lit course. It has to follow all the ballad rules, kind of tough, but here it is....
The Jenkins Hound
In Kildare Town the cannons cough
And widows weep and wail,
T’is there you’ll find a Celtic hound
Red Teeth, red tongue, red tail.
John Jenkins was a bonny boy
He wore the King’s crown colours,
But Briton boys do hate a Pat
And killed him and his brothers.
John Jenkins had a mastiff hound
Who found him there a’rottin,
And stayed until their sweated scent
Had in his nose a-gotten.
Four days he roamed the hills of haze
Just on their trail a-trackin,
Until he found their Briton beds
Where they had just unpacken.
He fell upon them in their beds
No arrow could be quivered,
It sounded like a banshee wail
As he their deaths delivered.
In Kildare Town the cannons cough
And Brits they do no singing,
For there you’ll find a Celtic hound
And hell he is a’ bringing.
The Jenkins Hound
In Kildare Town the cannons cough
And widows weep and wail,
T’is there you’ll find a Celtic hound
Red Teeth, red tongue, red tail.
John Jenkins was a bonny boy
He wore the King’s crown colours,
But Briton boys do hate a Pat
And killed him and his brothers.
John Jenkins had a mastiff hound
Who found him there a’rottin,
And stayed until their sweated scent
Had in his nose a-gotten.
Four days he roamed the hills of haze
Just on their trail a-trackin,
Until he found their Briton beds
Where they had just unpacken.
He fell upon them in their beds
No arrow could be quivered,
It sounded like a banshee wail
As he their deaths delivered.
In Kildare Town the cannons cough
And Brits they do no singing,
For there you’ll find a Celtic hound
And hell he is a’ bringing.