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Hey Write a 8-12 line poem any subject matter you want. The one that i think is the best be it the funniest or the most emotional i will give you ten points. Good luck.

2006-09-02 14:46:00 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous in Games & Recreation Other - Games & Recreation

7 answers

i am a vacant soul
i was born in eighty one
i have a wife who hates her life
cause her husband isnt any fun

i have two kids
who i sometimes ignore
i like to hang with friends
they are never a bore

like yahoo answers
thats just here for a kick
when im bored out of my mind
and done playing with my dickk

and so it seems i ask this question
to write a poem-whatever it may be
and along comes this artwork
just written for me

i should get off the computer
clean up the house
play with my children,
and rip off the wifes' blouse

ok i am done writing this poem ,
i have ran out of dumb comments to make
so now i must say goodnight
and get off here for goodness sake!

2006-09-02 15:03:19 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

I miss you
The smell of your skin
your eyelashes
the feel of your presence
the warmth of your soul
the way you would argue
the embellishments that were unnecessary
the love that you you already had

I miss your clothes on the floor
your socks and shoes under the bed
the acceptance I felt from you
the acceptance you had from me

The instant comfort I felt with you
A silence that was of peace
your presence was warm,then fell cold
you slipped away

2006-09-02 21:58:43 · answer #2 · answered by kelliekareen 4 · 0 0

Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van,
All the little kiddies love the dead body man,
I drive down Central ringing my bell,
Some people run cuz they don't like the smell,
Others line up just as quick as they can,
To try to catch a glimpse of the Dead Body Man,
It's all good if you can stand the funk,
But, uh, just don't look in the trunk!

2006-09-03 00:32:01 · answer #3 · answered by Professor Armitage 7 · 1 0

Priest everyday stand at duties,
Offering over and over,
Again the same sacrifices,
Which are quite incapable,
Of taking sins away Lord God,
Gave one single sacrifice,
Jesus Christ Savior right hand God,
He is now waiting until,
His enemies made into a
Footstool for him by virtue,
Of that one single offering,
He achieved the eternal,
Perfection of all whom he is,
Sanctifying made holy,
The Holy Spirit assures us,
He says, first this covenant,
God makes when days arrive,
And then the Lord goes on to say,
He will put his laws into our hearts,
And write them on our own minds.
And no more sin offerings when,
All the sins have been forgiven.
Other words through blood of Jesus,
We have the right to enter,
The Sancutuary by new way,
He has opened living opening,
For us through curtain that is,
To say his body and we,
Have the Supreme High Priest over,
All the house of God so as we,
Go in be sincere in heart,
And filled with faith,
Our minds sprinkled free from,
Any trace of bad conscience,
Our bodies washed pure in water,
Let us keep firm in hope profess,
One who made promise faithful,
Be concerned with each other,
Stir reponse, love good works,
Meeting in the community,
Encourage others to go,
More so as day drawing near,
After knowledge of truth is given,
If we deliberately commit sin,
A dreadful prospect of judgement,
Raging fire that burns rebels,
Anyone who disregards,
The law of Moses ruthlessly,
Two, three, witnesses put to death.
You may be sure that anyone,
Tramples Son of God who treats,
Blood covenant which sanctified,
Him as if not holy insults Spirit,
Spirit of grace will be condemned,
To a farther severer punishnment.
We are all aware who said,
Vengance is mine I will repay,
The Lord will judge his people,
Dreadful to fall in hands of,
The Living Almighty Lord, our God,
Little while now very little while,
One Coming will come no delay,
Righteous man live by faith but if,
Draws back, the Lords soul take no
Pleasure in him, We not draw back,
We keep faithful until Souls Saved

2006-09-02 21:50:20 · answer #4 · answered by melissa r 4 · 0 1

amber afterglow races through cracks
of strawberry lace
orange dewdrops on the mirror
twist and burn to the reflection of my face
sometimes all the colors rhyme
you confuse the pictures with red wine
there's a face in the flames
is it pleasure?
is it pain?
will you touch me gently?
till i fall in love again.
would you dance with me?
while i kiss the embers,
of the women i have been?
would you try to understand me?
as i scream the murders i have seen.

2006-09-02 21:49:55 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 1 0

I made this one up...

There once was a man, an old geezer
His name was well known, it was Ceasar.
He had a pet cat, tried to seize her
And hide it away, in his freezer.
He wanted to do this to tease her.
But all it did was to displease her!

2006-09-02 22:25:00 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

i
can
not
write
poems
good
sorry
!!!

2006-09-02 21:47:58 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

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