anyone have some good poems?
 

arg! i frogot compleatly about my english homework! does anyone have a small 60 word poem they wrote? cry:

There once was a man from Bombay,
on a slow boat to China one day,
he was trapped at the tiller,
by a sex-crazed gorilla...
and China's a bloody long way.

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old reliable sucks dicks,
he does it for kicks.
once when he was a boy,
his father used his penis as a toy.
so for all his life
hes been searching with a knife
asking if he could please
cut off your wang and eat it with goat cheese


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Found in the pocket of a fallen Marine "KILLED IN ACTION" 7 June 1969

Take a man and put him alone,
put him twelve thousand miles from home.
Empty his heart of all but blood, make him live in sweat and mud .
This is the life I have to live, this soul to the Devil I give.
You have your parties and drink your beer , while young men are dying over here.
Paint your signs on the White House lawn, "Let's all get out of Vietnam " Use your signs and have your fun, then you refuse to use a gun ...
There is nothing else for you to do, then I'm supposed to die for you.
There is one thing that you should know, and that's where I think you should go .
I'm already here and it's too late, I've traded all my love for hate .
I'll hate you till the day I die, you made me hear my buddy cry.
I saw his leg and blood shed, then I heard them say "this ones dead" It was a large price for him to pay, to let YOU live another day.
He had the guts to fight and die, to keep the freedom YOU live by.
By his dying your life he buys, but who gives a damn if a Marine dies

---------Fallen------------
-by-
--------Anonymous----------
I have fallen in battle.
I see blood coming from my body.
My clothes are torn,
My arrows are broken,
I have been defeated.
The darkness has won.
I know that I am about to die.
The demon in front of me thrusts his sword towards me,
I cringe and think of everyone I love.
But a friend steps forward and takes the blow for me.
They scream out in pain and fall across my already weak and tortured body.
I cry out of pure hate and sorrow.
They died for me.
I meant so much to them that they sacrificed themselves for me.
With rage in my eyes,
I manage to stand.
I scream and grab my fallen friend’s sword.
I lunge towards the creature and slice straight through its being.
Blood is spewed on my body.
For my friends, for my family, for God,
I fight with strength and all of my heart

Im 1337 winnar! biggrin:

mine owns u

The Hour is Go
By Francis J. Turner
One's eyes close tight and families fade
when going to war which evil men made.
Though anxious and frightened we dont let it show
for the day is approaching, when the Airborne must go.

Each day now rolls past, we wait just the same,
but D-Day is near, and for this we all came.
The hour grows near, each man feels it inside,
and soon we'll be falling, with nowhere to hide.

Our eyes are now down and the chatter the same,
each weapon now loaded no longer a game.
Eagles gather round and bow your heads low,
Europe awaits, and the hour is go.

Planes rumble past as we wait for our turn,
to fly over waters we have yet to each earn.
Checked buckles and straps left nothing to chance,
The jumpmaster stands, calls "Welcome to France"

Flak turns to fire in the blackest of night,
too low, too fast, cant jump from this height.
There's no turning back, the risk has been taken,
Free fall into hell, paratroopers forsaken.

Eagles hold tight, scattered prayers to survive,
We'll hit the ground soon whether dead or alive.
A feet touch the ground each soldier turns on,
Confusion and fear are beaten and gone.

The enemy is close and sad they dont know,
the Airborne is here, it's time they must go.
The hour is now, Hilter's had his last chance,
on St. Michaels wings, we're taking back France.

This is the poem in the spearhead intro and written in the back of the game instructions, its my fav war poem.

There once was a man from Newcastle
who wrapped a piece of shit up in parcel
He sent it by plane
with a note that exlained
that it came from his grandmother's asshole

There once was a man from Nepal
who toured all the musical halls
His greatest trick
was to stand on his dick
and roll off the stage on his balls

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I got some but not on me at the moment. I got a good RCAF poem from WWII.

omg gay
 

i write haikus:


Lightning
Ruler of the sky
Descending down upon us
O majestic one

EVIL FLOWERS

TWIN SISTERS
Oh my two beauties,
Red, full and wet!
Twin sets of turgid lips,
Which do I love best.
Twin sisters beyond compare,
One midst a pale face white and fair,
The other nestled in luxuriant Raven-black hair.
How I long to kiss, lick, bite and stare,
Breath in your perfumed breathes,
Fondle and caress.
Oh my two beauties,
Bright, ripe and succulent,
Lush orchids that complement,
How I love your perfvidities.
FRAGRANT FLOWER
Oh! Those pouting lips,
That honey running fount,
Bend o'er me thy perfumed hips
That I may suck from that scented mouth
That sweet nectar that is wine to my lips.
Black bearded beast, fragrant flower of the night
Spread well those turgid petals to my sight,
Entwine me in those musky tendrils tight, but
That I may cat-like lap that soft hooded bud.
THE KISS
Kiss me now this very hour
Do give me that rose-budded flower
glistening from dabbing in the lukewarm blood of men.
Oh give me such bliss.
Give me those red pouting lips,
That I may languidly kiss
And suck from that honey-scented mouth
The sweet vapour that is thy soul
And into mine dissolve,
Wine into water, water into wine;
You into me and me into the divine.

i forgot if Haikus wee 7, 5, and 7, or vice-versa. Well whatever, just made up this haiku just for ya Scrotum

Remember to do homework
Since you forgot to
You will get a big fat F

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The sky was blue, the moon was high
We were close, she and I
Her hair was soft, her eyes were blue
I knew just what she wanted to do
I didn’t know how, I did my best
Placing my hands upon her breast
I trembled with fear, my fast beating heart
As she slowly spread her legs apart
At last I was finished, it’s all over now
My first experience with milking a cow

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