Here's one really cool poem:
Poor me
I have done so much with so little, I put much effort and my hands are brittle.
I've brushed my teeth with a hankerchief and ironed my clothes with kettle.
Replaced my comb with splinters, light globes warm up my winters.
But if there's one thing that I'd rather take is a fork to replace my stake.
My bed is made of rock, I live with half a sock.
So if you complain that you're in pain, don't talk to me again.
2007-09-20 19:23:10
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answer #1
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answered by ari-pup 7
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sure why not...
Why me?
Since when didn't I care?
Do you think I'm alone?
Questioning your throne?
Or is life just that way,
Headed out of the display.
Since when hasn't it mattered?
My life is not just job after job.
I need to feel my heart every once in a while
Since my pain has just deepened its spiral.
I'm headed inwards but what do you do?
You throw it at my as if I did this to you.
Just cause your angry doesn't mean I knew,
The answers to the questions you shoved through,
To hit my foundation, my life's little support,
It's smaller than you would think but larger than yours.
I care more than you could imagine.
I care so just quit yelling and smashing,
My feelings my love they all start to fall,
Headed downhill to get away from it all.
They teach you to be open
They teach you to cry,
They teach you to wonder and try not to lie.
But the only way I can stay true
Is if I protect myself from being hurt by you.
Copyright Spencer Didlake 2004
2007-09-21 03:22:04
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answered by PRS TruckIN 3
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The one every one seems to like the best:
Worthy of My Love
I have searched for countless years
To find a woman of such quality
Which would be worthy of my love.
Do not judge me harshly for such a statement,
A deceleration not fueled by arrogance
But by the weakness of my heart.
Like any poet of love
Which has been harmed by deceitful lovers,
I have pondered for countless hours
On the virtues of the woman
Which will lift my heart
From the case of fear I have placed it.
Thus I sat and made a list of the virtues
Which the woman worthy of my love would have.
I filled my list with such items as;
Gentleness with my heart in her hands,
Kindness to wipe away the tears of my past,
Wisdom to know the love I cannot always show,
And countless other things.
In the countless years of my searching,
With the list clutched close to my heart,
For the woman worthy of my love.
I had come to feel that I searched in vain.
My ideal to perfect,
My aim to high.
Now I sit to trim my list,
To decide what must be sacrificed.
As I examine each virtue it dons to me,
That all of them can only be fulfilled by one
Which never made my list.
So,
The woman which I seek,
Will be worthy of my love,
By loving me.
2007-09-21 06:10:12
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answer #3
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answered by sirwasik 3
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Stubby.
A lifetime in a mere second,
A body weakened in haste,
A tearful eye watching on,
Coming to an end he now tastes.
A loving heart put to rest,
A hard worked hand now new,
A glorious spirit lifted high,
His words forever I love you.
A family left asking why?
Hear the words they will say,
Can I pass thy heavenly gates?
Stubby of course yes you may.
Cast your minds away from pain,
Let you thoughts be of none,
But for the battles he fought,
And remember this - he won.
2007-09-24 19:32:14
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answer #4
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answered by kissaled 5
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