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Skylar Oct 2014
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
One was blind and the other couldn't see
So they chose a dummy for a referee
A blind man went to see fair play
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"
A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye ,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story's true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too!
This is not mine. It's just my favorite poem of all time.
Dana Kathleen Oct 2014
He asked me
my favorite flower
and I said I don’t have one
because I didn’t want him
to buy me flowers.

Not just him,
I don’t want anyone
to buy me flowers.

I want someone
to plant flowers
within me,
water them,
stay to watch
them grow
outside of me
and never die.

Yet, he’ll never get it.
That’s probably why
he bought me flowers
that I watched die
sitting on my desk.
And I didn’t even
press the petals.
Dana Kathleen Oct 2014
I stopped doing
my favorite things
because I was
sick of doing them
alone.
Hunter K Oct 2014
Its time to rest,
My favorite stuff animal on my chest.
No matter how old I grow.
My favorite stuff animal will help me defeat every foe.
I cuddle with its old fabric,
No longer new but still seems to be magic.
Its stitches now loose,
And is stained from some old juice.
But I love my stuff animal,
Even if he is flammable.
He is always there,
Waiting to declare,
That I shouldn't be scared.
Because he in there to protect,
To keep me in check,
So I wont have a freight,
About meeting my worst fears yet.
As I know I will be safe,
As I lay down and wait.
Good dreams will come,
With my favorite stuff animal and then some.
I love my stuff animals
Invocation Sep 2014
Every word an enrapturing photograph
I can feel her insides pour through my psyche
the cold water hitting my warm stomach lining,
chilling my ulcers and numbing my stress

I drink far too much soda nowadays
I should be taking it in
not the sweet stuff
the purest water
by the gallon
by the
S
I have found you at last, the soothing beauty
alone
mip Sep 2014
i think about how music
captivates, how it magnifies
emotions i did not quite know
i could express.

i realize
you are my favorite song.
liz Sep 2014
How could you love me?
I don't have a favorite color.
I don't have a favorite food.
I don't even like candy.

How could you love me?
I hate the day and loath the night.
I don't prefer death and neither living.
I hate poetry and I write a least one poem a day.

How could you love me?
I hate to love, but need it all the time.
I hate to believe, but every time I close my eyes I'm dreaming.

How could you love me?
Taylor Aug 2014
Robert Frost

Some say the world will in in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction of ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
My first favorite poem.
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