I wanted to say I'm back
To make you smile or make you laugh Reassure you that I'm here to stay But motivation is what I lack. May I should spend more time and write a paragraph Or just wait until some other day. I can't say for sure that what I write's any good. But I can say with all my heart, that it's something me.
The devil's with me
He laughs and cries He tries to trick me But at least he tries. The devil's wrong! Of that I'm sure But his will's strong And he looks pure. The devil's with me Just lazing all day Resting and jesting Tells me, 'Go out n' play!" The devil's a charmer Oh wouldn't I know? Said he wouldn't harm her Just put on a show. The devil's with me Even this moment! Sadly, you can't see, But he's just a rodent. The Devil's a liar You can trust me on this You must fight fire with fire But don't let the shot miss. Now the Devil's hiding gone back to his lair. On borrowed time he's riding... But soon, his skin I'll wear.
This was a bit of a spur of the moment write. I typed it all up really fast and I'd like to get some feedback on this.
Wanna know what’s wrong?
Well I’ll sing you this song. Cause I’m already sick So you can **** a word that rhymes with stick Why don’t I get to pick I hate getting the short end of the actual stick Singing this bit Makes me feel like… “something similar to dung” It’s made me exacerbate I’d rather at home, sit in my chair, and master- geometrics.
I had 2 minutes to make this and I had to use the word exacerbate in it. It was made to be more comedic than anything. Also I was pretty sick when I made this 'song'.
Make it relatable
And try to make it rhyme Structure's debatable Make sure you take your time Long ones can work And short ones too Look at the perks Make it for you But poems need a meaning Don't make it too demeaning The meaning can be deep And it can make you weep Or it can be shallow But make someone hallow. Now that that's done Lets have some fun I'll write a poem Then go make your own. "The dog with no legs Instead walks on pegs Comes to seats and begs But just gets two eggs."
If this inspires you to make a poem, that's great, and please share them with me in the comments. I'd love to hear them.
Are they a marking of pain?
Or a sign of growth?
Come my child
Confess your sin Unchain your pain Release what's within Come my child Our father listens Just go wild It'll teach you lessons Come my child Fix the life you've lead For if you don't Then I'll be the one To put a Bullet in your head.
You're trying to tell me I don't deserve it?
That I haven't earned it? Do you think these scars on my back are fake? Or this blood I've spilt isn't real? What kind of person would do that to me? Who am I talking to again? Oh I'm sorry. It's just me.