no seriouly im gonna faint if i hafta rite 1 more poem...but i hafta rite more....4 more!!!!! i hate eng...stupid poemz...here r the 2 i got so far tell me wat u guiz think....wat i can add tak out etc...plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and tell me wat u think its bout
The One Out There
The One Out There
Can be
Our friend
Our guardian
Our keeper
Our maker
If remembered
The One Out There
Can be
Our enemy
Our avenger
Our gambler
Our destroyer
If forgotten
The One Out There
When remembered
Is all ears when you and I recite our problems
Yet
When forgotten
Has no soothing voice to comfort us
The One Out There
When remembered
Sees everything wrong that is happening to you and I
Yet
When forgotten
Does nothing to correct the wrong
The One Out There
When remembered
Is everywhere you are
Yet
When forgotten
Is nowhere to be seen
The One Out there
Is forgotten
To be thanked
In happy times
Yet
Is remembered
To be blamed
In sad times
The One Out There
Can be
Our friend
If remembered
Our enemy
If forgotten
Our guardian
If remembered
Our avenger
If forgotten
Our keeper
If remembered
Our gambler
If forgotten
Our maker
If remembered
Our destroyer
If forgotten
The One Out There
(this one is suppose 2 b modeled afta a diff poem so dnt think im krazi cuz im rittin bout bread)
The Moldy Bread
The moldy slice of white bread with a brown crust
in the clear packet
could have been eaten by a whole body,
but another whole body
left the packet open
and the enemies invaded.
Slowly and silently the air
creped into the packet and
the enemy grew.
As the enemy grew the dark shadow of death came closer and
The slice of white bread with a brown crust suffered.
It is in the nature of a slice of bread
to be fragile,
soft and tender.
How unlucky, slice of bread with mold now growing on it,
to have been left alone in an open packet,
to have no caregiver.
At this ripe age,
one must be careful.
As one suffers in silence and grieve,
the enemy brings the dark shadow of death closer.
The aging bones ache.
The greying hair becomes more and more.
The wrinkly skin becomes wrinkly as the seconds pass.
The yellowing teeth fall every time a bite is taken.
As the enemy grows the pain continues,
for this ripe age is the age where care needs to be given.
If no care is given this ripe age is,
the age of rejections.
Sobia
Indian Premier League
Fan Fictions
