tommy is legally colourful tommy is wrong and apparently a hopeless case tommy is right tommy is funny as hell tommy is sick tommy is a deserter tommy is an 11
tommy is suldos is tommynator tommy is spot on tommy is the "wagtail" fan tommy is "kwispelende" tommy is legally colourful and no child has more love of life tommy is wrong why it is that you know many film critics tommy is right dear editor
tommy is basically about their attempts to cure tommy the boy tommy is a greatly gifted musician and singer tommy is making a living hauling small loads for people in the area tommy is still checking the information in the profile tommy is kicking **** tommy is overwhelmed by all this fame and fortune tommy is perhaps best
tommy is watching this through a reflection in a mirror tommy is led by his own reflection to a junkyard and there he finds the pinball machine tommy is an alien from outer space who makes toys tommy is a true stud tommy is charged with masterminding the ****** of a supreme court judge last july tommy is accused of ordering the killing while on the run tommy is trying to bend the car door back you can see a wire holding the door in place so that tommy can hit it as hard as he wants and it won't go back
tommy is sinking into his own world tommy is no exception tommy is too perky in the early mornings tommy is a very technical punter with a lot of knowledge about the position tommy is moe better blues tommy is a very active tommy is somewhat heckled by a drunk at his show
tommy is your man tommy is putting up a fight tommy is an average baby tommy is an expert twister who knows how to entertain and work a crowd tommy is that it has a george martin sound tommy is a beautiful black labrador retriever puppy that is being raised as part of the puppy raiser program tommy is pete's story
tommy is a creation likely to cause a certain perplexity in the mind as well as in the middle ear tommy is a spacious stone lodge situated on a hill close to the ****** way with breathtaking views of the ****** mountains and annascaul lake tommy is legally verisimilitude tommy is wrong tommy is a poet tommy is our terry
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Light and puffy Soft and fluffy It goes on strawberries Shortcake And pie You know you love it Do not lie Take a whiff I guarantee You’ll smell a fine dessert just for thee Cold and whipped Soft and creamy How do they make it so dreamy? Savory and sweet Gleaming and white What a tasty delight! With a hiss and a swish The can shoots whipped cream With a soft squeal I begin my meal
Do not criticize You know you’d do it too When a delicious dessert Comes your way How could you sit back and say “Nay”?
There was a boy That loved his toy He sat on a bench And watched his dad work with a wrench His mom came out Lemonade in hand “Oh look! There’s a band!”
With their heads held high And drums gleaming bright It was quite a sight They marched on the street Marching to the beat Hundreds of feet marched on But none of them touched the lawn The boy looked at the band Then at his hand He picked up two sticks And toy drum too
The boy ran towards the band And marched along Banging his drum And singing a song Weird as it was, the band seemed delighted First it was one That joined the song Next thing you knew, the whole band was too!
The mother laughed The father smiled wide As the boy marched on the side
The band moved on The boy ran back With a grin on his face As if he’d just won a race
In one fell swoop They had a group hug Then went back inside
“Now that is the story” “Of the boy and the band” An old man explained, as he held their hands His grandchildren looked at him With curiosity and big eyes And that was the last thing he saw Before he closed his eyes..' ..And gave a final sigh
Man is there In the night Sitting and waiting to fight
No good thoughts Or good times Just making a plan for the next big crime
Dark and evil Not very nice They act as if you’re head lice
You have been found You hear a bullet **** by Prepare to die
For your friends and for your family Now they have come for you Just because you’re a Jew
The world is unfair These men are full of disdain You’ve seen them beat children with a cane
So many taken Full of hatred and sorrow You know there will be no tomorrow
The men are closing in You close your eyes And think about their network of spies
Why haven’t they been stopped? Is the world that uncaring? I see their eyes staring
Their ignorance is killing us As they watch their television Full of indecision
By the time help arrived It was too late All of us Jews had met our fate
Countries watched from afar With fear of standing out Consumed with self doubt
Once they realized what they had done They could wait no more The allied powers went to war
Millions killed The second world war Blood and gore
The world remembers The pain and death Of how many will not take another breath
Yet history repeats itself More wars are fought Bodies in the fields rot
Are we naturally good?
I guess not.
For those of you that are going to tell me there was no television during that time period, it depends on the year of the war you're looking at. Televisions were created in the 40s apparently if I remember correctly. Also, I wasn't aware of this when I made the poem.
When I started writing this poem I originally planned a short maybe funny poem about something. It's interesting to see how poems can swing off to something you never expected. I really like how it turned out and I will be reading it to my group in my Creative Writing class.
Let me know what you guys think! For those of you who haven't read my poems lately, yes they do revolve around death it seems. I'm not sure why that is.
I know. I did lie. I didn’t want to see her cry But I don't deserve to die! Please! I don't want to fly! Off this building up so high
She says goodbye Then pushes me off with one final sigh I try to yell "Why?" But my mouth is too dry
I didn't mean to be the bad guy All I did was comply And try to get by Until the day of the drive by
All I saw was a black tie I felt as if I watched it from a bird's eye watching the bullets fly by Instinct took over and I hid behind a good guy He was only in Junior high Then died that day on the fourth of July
I will not try to justify My actions as I hid behind the guy Now his sister has cried And said goodbye I know It is my turn to die
This is not my best poem. I recognize it doesn't sound amazing for parts and I used "by" too much. I shouldn't have tried to rhyme every last word's line. I wrote it anyways because I couldn't get it out of my head and wanted to write it down, or in this case, type. I use HelloPoetry to store most of my poems which is why it's on here. I still like how it turned out, enough to keep it anyways. And yes.. For those of you who have read my poems lately.. I try to make them happy then they end in death.. Not sure why that is. Maybe it's just easier to come up with poems related to death. This poem is meant to be just for fun. It's not meant to have any deep meaning behind it.
A forest of green Bamboo stalks surround us With long thin leaves Before they were taken by thieves
Tasty bamboo Growing out askew The sky is blue It’s a wonderful view A-choo!
A-choo! A panda has the flu As I look in the distance I see the end of their existence Humans and machines Destroying their land by any means Their Bamboo has been taken And replaced with smoke
This is no joke No humans spoke Until they finally awoke To see the pandas are dying In what was once their land All by our hand
Not quite what we had planned Maybe we should’ve thought of this beforehand
In my Creative Writing class we are supposed to describe a mind of someone, real or fake, as if it were a place. I think I did that, and added on a little bit. Anyways I really liked how it turned out. Hope you guys do too!
Also, if you read through my poems lately they're meant to be happy then result in death. Jeez my mind must be very dark haha. I wonder what it'd be like to write a poem about my own head as a place.