MENTAL HEALTH IS A BIG
ISSUE IN YOUNG MEN
PRINCE WILLIAM AND LADY GAGA
PUT FACE TIME TO PEN


THEY DISCUSS THE ISSUES THAT
HAVE EFFECTED THEM BOTH
IT IS OK TO SEEK HELP
YOUNG MEN MY OATH


THE ISSUE WILL BE BETTER
IF IT IS OUT IN THE OPEN
JUST DISCUSS IT AND SEEK HELP
FOR IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE BROKEN

PRINCE WILLIAM AND PRINCE HARRY ARE DISCUSSING MENTAL HEALTH AND ARE BRINGING IT TO THE ATTENTION OF EVERYONE. CHATTING AND SEEKING HELP IS VERY IMPORTANT.

Forgive me my sweetheart for deep I have fallen,
Into the stars of your eyes.
The prettiest of problems on which I shall thrive.
My heart has been kidnapped,
Held hostage by love.
Each kiss placed on my body,
Is electric lashed with lust.
Tantalising and gorgeous,
Silky and enduring.
Your lips are so velvet,
With every kiss to my neck,
Shudders down my body with pure pleasure and delight.
Exquisite to my taste buds,
She's like the finest of wine.
Aged to a perfection,
My lady is utterly ripe.

Timothy hill Apr 3

Club doors smell of lady's potions easy kind of hazey.

Daily news of power, and fruit and punch.

Dj Spun, music so courageously.

With laser touching all there eyes.

Yet no irritation, you see they where protected by a small musical meldoy.

It was epic heads all head baging.

Fast pace music, slowed too jam to it with no penut butter.

See how I twist the version, call your favorite pill brewer and we will trip.

Club focal point.

Sitting in the dark, alone
in this wooden shack no one's own
outside blows northern wind
I trapped myself in, I was blind

In this dark, dark night
my only hope is this candle light
I can sense her close
she's right there ; in the shadows

The walls are holed, my hearth frozed
in perfect silence she rosed
she sat by my side, warming me up

romantic date with the lady of the death
she is so beatifull, I want to join her
I blew my candle in a last breath


La lune haute, le vent de novembre glacial.
Au creux de mon abris sombre, une bougie
Elle m’est une protection triviale
Mais sans elle sur ma porte serait écrit ci-git

Lumière si douce en temps de noirceur
Ma bougie agonisant près de mon noir cœur
Mon âme tu l’avais réduite en haillon
Les murs de ce sombre abri sont ma prison

Mon cœur est givré par le souffle d’un titan
Je la sens. Là! Dans le noir elle m’attend
D’un geste de main ; je l’invite à ma table

Calme, elle me rejoint dans un silence d’or
Tête à tête aux chandelles avec la mort
Avant que par amour je souffle ma bougie
the second part is the same poem its just the original version which sound better in my opinion

This is the first poem I have ever written in english. It used to be filled with grammar errors but Wejdan help me correct some of em.
Oh! the last part is the original. It sound a hell of a lot better in my opinion.
Shofi Ahmed Mar 21

The man maybe the giant
Apt general Alexander the great
For a drink with the wobbly lady
Melting in love though he can
shun the sun-setting sweet ocean!

I wonder would one care to bend
Will she pour down her potion
If it weren’t first laid inborn?

iamtheavatar Mar 9

The moon shines brightly
as she walks across the sky.
My soul shall follow her,
where'er she will be.

iamthe_avatar ©2017

A poem for love.
Made with Creative Writer app.
The Lonely Bard Feb 23

A drop-dead gorgeous young lady,
With the eyes of an angel she looks,
Her gaze met mine in dark of day,
My thoughts are just like clay,
Getting molded as whatever she may say,
I feel my senses waning off,
For she is My Chloroform.

My HP Poem #1450
©Atul Kaushal
VD Lee Feb 23

Fiery
Lady
She is brighter than the sun
Hotter 'cause she knows what she wants
Don't need men to get things done
'Cause fiery ladies are savants.

Try to harass her
She'll spit back flame
Call her a slur
She'll leave you with shame

No one can invade her
Without being scorched
She will never deter
'Cause she's a

Fiery Lady (woo hoo)
Queen of the world
Gonna show it a thing or two
Fiery Lady (woo hoo)
With hair straight or curled
She knows there's nothin' she can't do

Fiery Lady (Fiery)
Fiery Lady (Lady)
Fiery Lady (Fiery)
Fiery lady (Lady)

Magazines tryin' to fool girls (fool girls),
Tellin' 'em to change who they are.
Songs tryin' to exploit girls (exploit girls)
Pitying them cause they think scars mar.

But wounds are tales
Of fiery ladies;
Their trials, their trails,
Tests from Hades
But ladies don't care,
They always dare,
And each one's a

Fiery Lady (woo hoo)
Queen of the World
Gonna show it a thing or two
Fiery Lady (woo hoo)
With hair straight or curled
She knows there's nothin' she can't do

Fiery Lady (Fiery)
Fiery Lady (Lady)
Fiery Lady (Fiery)
Fiery lady (Lady)

Woah-oh-oh

Fiery Lady (woo hoo)
Queen of the World
Gonna show it a thing or two
Fiery Lady (woo hoo)
With hair straight or curled
She knows there's nothin' she can't do

Fiery Lady (woo hoo)
Queen of the World
Gonna show it a thing or two
Fiery Lady (woo hoo)
With hair straight or curled
She knows there's nothin' she can't do

Fiery
Lady
Fiery
Lady

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