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Source: Me and paint.
posted by Cinders
 Larry the pumpkin, boga
Larry the Pumpkin
The pumpkin, boga Poem
I shall call it the pumpkin, boga Poem
Because it is short and fat, like Larry
Who also looks like a pumpkin

When I was a junior in high school, I tried to gather together 365 poems together so I could make a calender. Actually, my target was at least four hundred, so I could weed out the bad ones. I Lost the introduction that I wrote for my teacher, but these poems are based on bila mpangilio thoughts I'd have at one point au another throughout the day. Most are funny, some are not. Generally, it's kind of how I like to see life. Happy, amusing, but very precious. So I present to wewe the Unfinished...
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posted by edward-lover456
The Golden Tear part seven
please tell me if wewe want me to continue in the comments! enjoy!
I waited and waited and I thought the hole thing was a prank
but then Kyle finally can in the room and alisema "I'm sorry Eva there
was a million paschen's wewe must of thought I stud wewe up" I said
"yeah I kinda did but it's okay your here now" and then my mom
and Molly and David walked back into the room. Molly alisema "Mama
Eva we got wewe an ice cream!" and David alisema "yeah if grandma didn't
eat it all" and Mom alisema "ha ha very funny the only thing missing is
the cherries David and Molly" David alisema "Mama Eva...
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I stumbled upon link a while zamani and decided that some of the points I made in a very long-winded maoni on her poem were valid for the population of writers here on Fanpop, especially but not only beginning writers and those just venturing into the fascinating world of the written word.

I advised dear greek to use zaidi concrete picha in her poetry to better express her mostly abstract ideas. (And greek, I hope wewe do not mind me using wewe as an example. If wewe do, please let your offense be known). She had written a lovely poem and titled it "My Life" and while the concept was genuine and...
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posted by AnaHallam
Never before in the short time Cassie had spent on this earth, had the desire to escape burned so brightly within her. The damp soil clung to her delicate toes as she scampered through the wild, untamed grass. Such that it was miles high. au so it appeared to her tiny form and limitless imagination. In truth the nyasi merely tickled her knees as it reached up towards the sky in a desperate attempt to grasp just a single ray of sunlight. Not a blade prevailed.

The sky remained as dark as ever, the sun was not coming today. It rarely did in winter; it simply shrouded itself in rainclouds and...
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posted by TheHiddenCane
She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, zaidi importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd bia can au stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...
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posted by Little_Cullen
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, wewe know, money can't buy happiness and if wewe try to buy it your being ripped off... au something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do wewe think?

A Bag Of Happiness

I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”

He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.

I hurry nyumbani and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
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