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Question

does anyone have a favorite poem. it can be either one you read or it can be one that you made up. (if you have one can you tell me what is your favorite). cause i have poems i've did and read.

Answer 1

One of my favorite poems is "I didn't drink mom"it's really sad but an eye opener!Also theres one I wrote when my brother had to go overseas "to fight for our country"It's called A Solider For Christ!

Answer 2

Pim Pop Anne

Anne gizelled through the Pim Pop trees
bejaffling her comcuffs an awkward way,
slowly gazonking her tuft tufts, black and grees
all the while shanuting and connuting on this day.

Watch my dear for that candivorous sun!
It shamshuthels the eyes with bambooderous fun!
It sings a ruffy-huffling tune to run
all through the day with no spleedidorous un!

Anne tied a rakinking galinkinking ruk around
a Pim Pop’s pompipity trunk so round,
she yanked and pulled to further bound
till Upstichels did wake from such a sound!


They yelfed and yalfed and made a scene
and pampoodled our girl with a tangerine.
Anne feared she’d never become a teen
as she wished she was a blish unseen.

The trunk still bound to the ground, Anne let fly
from such a fright, “Mejurkerless me!” was her cry
with every gizellable step of retreat. My, my, my
bambipped her feet ganipping through this mershing’s sty.

Smoozled and tramtoozled went our girl, with feet so fleet
past Pim Pop metes until she zeeted on a snizzering bleat.
Carumbling down the mash mish marsh, Anne heard the tweet
of blahuzzle blam creet, faster and faster went her retreat

from fear of being this creety’s treat. She ran and jumped over the bees
until she slipped and fell on her seat and up she went like a breeze
with legs carumpling for this feat, then our girl heard a wheeze
so she stopped her feet to have a sneeze.

The hozzle blad’s horting laid in her path and sleeping he is to have no wrath;
to quitetly quip this quirky quap Anne held a stick as her snath,
hoping the hoozle will keep his nap, she tip-toed through this blumbering strathe
but dear Anne fell with a shlmack! Waking the hoozle to such a blathe!
Stuck and sturck in murky muck, our Anne stretched and bucked
to only say, “YUCK!” to this hoozle blad’s horting’s murky muck.
“I must get out! I must get home!” our mucky girl quirped and clucked,
but further she sank into that gruck, Up until the maporious struck!

All of Anne’s quirping and all of Anne’s yucking did bishbuff
the hoozle from his horting, and now he stood in a terrible gruff
beside our girl in the murckly muck, and then he said in a serious huff,
“Why are you yucking in my gruck to raise me from my slumbering ruff?”

“I’m sorry to waken you Mr. Hoozle Blad,” said she.
“But the Upstichels pampoodled and yalfed at me,
so I ran from all those Pim Pop trees, and if you please, let me decree,
I wish you not to be anpoofled with me, I only wish you set me free.”

“Well Anne,” said he, to our girl, “ there is no need for you to plea,
for like the bee that stung my knee, this hoozle is willing to set you free
but like the bee you must agree never to bother a slumbering me.”
“I will,” said she, and with much glee our Anne was raised without a fee.


Safely unstuck from the murkly muck, Anne begizzled to her shnip shnip truck
and off she went like a buck shaking her legs of all that gruck
she reached her door in a zuck after spending this day running amok
and never again will she be so struck as to tie a rakinking galinking ruk.

this is one of mine

Answer 3

I LOVE DESIDERATA! I read that when I start feeling down and I love the sense of peace that I get from it. Look it up on google, It's awesome!

Answer 4

stopping by the woods on a snowy evening
-robert frost

Answer 5

its a secret)) but i'll be glad to read your poems - they might be interesting

Answer 6

yes

Answer 7

yea