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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 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 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 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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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.
A little motavational poem I found link. Enjoy. ;P



At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.
HEY! SORRY I HAVEN’T ilitumwa ANYTHING IN SO LONG, IT’S BEEN LIKE A mwaka SINCE MY LAST POST. I DON’T REALLY HAVE ANY EXCUSES BUT DON’T WORRY I’M BACK NOW! ANYWAY THIS WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER IN THE MY TRUE upendo SERIES- I’M SO SAD! ALTHOUGH I upendo IT VERY MUCH AND HAVE REALLY ENJOYED uandishi IT, I FEEL THAT I HAVE EXHAUSTED NESSIE’S STORY NOW. BUT I WILL BE uandishi ANOTHER, TWILIGHT RELATED SERIES WHETHER IT WILL BE ABOUT NESSIE au NOT, I DON’T KNOW. ANYWAY THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME FOR SO LONG AND I KNOW THIS HAS BEEN A VERY LONG MESSAGE BUT IF ANY OF wewe ARE GOOD AT ART OR...
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posted by starwarsfangirl
Hugging myself, I gaze out over the frozen wasteland. Winds whistles over the blinding white of snow as it carries new flakes down to the frozen desert of the earth. I can barely open my eye due to the extreme chilling rushing over my bones. wewe have trapped me here, in this twisted version of hell. The wind picks up, and sends me tumbling down a mountain of snow, which had not been there a sekunde ago. This place is a death trap.
I reach out to you, but wewe turn and walk away, abandoning me. Your moyo is cold. I want to help you, to heal wewe of your wounds, but wewe decline. wewe are dying...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Days, weeks, months and years
I’m still missing you, but I’ve stopped shedding tears
I’m passed the stage, where crying could ease my pain
I know wewe can’t come back, but your memory remains

So, take your hands out of my chest
‘Cause they’re doing their very best
To ruin me

And it’s a heartbreaking feeling
And I can’t stop reeling
This time I won’t make it out alive
And it’s like you’re still with me
But you’re never really
This time they can bury me alive


Getting up, getting to work
Going through the motions, like I’m fucking numb
Pretend I’m fine, but if wewe could read my mind...
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Here, where the world is quiet,
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing,
For harvest time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.
I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep
Of what may come hereafter
No growth of moor au coppice,
No heather-flower au vine,
But bloomless buds of poppies,
Green grapes of Proserpine,
Pale beds of blowing rushes
Where no leaf blooms au blushes,
Save this whereout she crushes
For dead men deadly wine.

Pale, without name au number,
In fruitless...
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posted by blisslikethis
so, here are a couple zaidi old poems i dug up and decided to post. the first is one that came out of a period of intense creativity (ah if only i had the time nowadays). the sekunde was a creative uandishi assignment that i never got around to finishing, so i apologize if the end is a bit abrupt. once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated :).

stargazing

i dream in broad daylight
of an old front porch swing
where i sit cradling my guitar
singing wewe a song
while your paintbrush splashes sunbeams
across my upturned face

paint drips
in upinde wa mvua rivulets
down your sun-kissed skin
your eyes are filled with...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Think wewe got me good
Throwing rotten eggs
And trying to make me fall
But I got news for you
Your limited vocabulary
Won’t damage me at all

So keep doing what you’re doing if it gets wewe through the night
But deep downs inside wewe know I’m right

Get your head out the clouds
Keep your feet on the ground
Your words mean nothing to me
I don’t care what wewe have to say
Save it for another prey
You’re the master of moronity


Can’t reason with you
Any argument I give
You simply blow away
But that won’t change the truth
You better grow some brain
‘Cause you’re giving stupid a bad name

I’d say open...
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posted by DarkEmpathy
This world, is so ignorant and blind,
"Greed and Power" has altered our lives,
What happened to the will to live freely and in peace??
I'll tell wewe what.. It's Man and his Greed.

Man made money.
Man invented time.
They use this, to keep us in line.
To keep us busy, while they do fuck all,
Just collect the money you've worked your arse off for.

There's no such thing as freedom,
As we're forever in their grasp,
Fuck sake people..
Get your head out your ass!

Stand up! Speak up! Let it be Heard!
Together as One.
We can change the World!

Put it how it should of been..
Long before time.
All I ask, is to open your eyes.
Look back in History, open your mind,
It all adds up, you'll soon realise.

Prove what a Man truly is..
Courageous, Strong, Loyal in his word.
Be a Man.
Stand up to this corrupt fucking world.


I tried to reach out and touch her but I couldn’t move, and I had lied in my last breath to her, though she stood right in front of me, the tremolo in her voice chiming symphonies of desperation, and all that I wanted to tell her was that I missed her so much that I would do anything she asked if she would just let me hold her, in a completely platonic way because I know she doesn’t upendo me back, but so I could just smell her hair and feel her body against mine and pretend for just a moment that she was my whole world and that world would never come crashing down around me because...
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posted by suzyisbrute
My relationship with wewe resembles a chess game with two players, I can never predict what wewe will do and should never get Lost in distraction. Something about the game of chess is wewe must pick your own strategy and not allow your opponent to distract you. wewe should never make a songesha based on predictions, based on what songesha wewe opponent will make, otherwise in the end when wewe must revert to your own strategy wewe will be trapped.

I cannot read your mind. I cannot help but wonder what songesha wewe will make...what is your strategy? Are your emotions genuine? au are they based on how pretty my...
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"when ever I try 2 forget u. U Never let me Happen 2 forget U ! I dont know why U always do - Let me always Remind U !" I Remember, U make me SMILE when ever I m CRY. I Remember, U make me CRAZY when ever new think's I TRY!" I see ur smile in my MIRROR. I listen ur words in my EAR. Please just leave me alone for FOREVER !" U just think about Ur self , Ur life ! U just think about ur work, Ur Pride ! What about me I m Nowhere & u also just dont CARE !! " I still Remember that siku when U say " I have to go !" I say " Please dont go , I Need U !" & u say "My country Need me zaidi than...
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posted by babyjay
true Marafiki are hard to come by...
yet when wewe catch them wewe feel like wewe can fly...
wewe trust them,
upendo them,
and talk of future...
wewe know that they will never lie...
and inayofuata to them wewe stand side kwa side...
wewe upendo them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when wewe know your important...
that wewe know wewe have some one to comfort you...
wewe hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Marafiki are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
Sophia was not like ordinary children. She did not run as fast, nor dress the same, au even live in the same kind of house. In fact, Sophia was never a child inside from the age of five. On the eve of her fifth birthday, she had gone to bed, as weary and happy as ever, but, unlike most children of age five, she did not have peaceful dreams of butterflies and vichimbakazi all in a meadow together. In truth, she had a terrible nightmare, one that should not come to children of that age.
She dreamt of a bus, not a school bus, au one that people use to get off and on again and again, but a black, shiny...
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posted by edward-lover456
shadows in the night
every one keeps telling me i'll be alright
I tell myself i'll never be the same
as long as i know his name
he made me fall in love
we never have to fight
he makes me fell alright
he is a njiwa the sign of love
to feel the love
it fits like a glove, glovu
upendo send from above
shadows in the night
we never fight
people tell me i'll be alright
i no i won't untell he comes back to me
that will set me free
we can be
the showdows in the night
he came back to me