Walk into the class, head down in shame
If only it was up, and i had the fame
Sit in my seat, head still down
Knowing something about to happen i pull a frown
A slight rush, something hits my head
And then like traffic lights, i go all red
Someone taps my shoulder, then pulls my hair
"Why do they always do this, it isnt fair"
Then the teacher walks in, they all stop
They stop inctenyly, its like hes a cop
They stop bullying me, it will happen soon
And ill make a fool of myself, ill look like a proon
I have to be brave, get through this all the time
Then a boy pikes his nose, rubbes it on my face, i feel the slime
Ive had enough, and then i stand straight
He says to me "this is your fait"

With one last gulp, i throw my left hand
And dead on the nose, bleeds where it lands
He collapses on the floor, tears outta his eyes
I swiftly look down, crying where he lies
The teacher grabs me, and takes me to the head
As i stand infront of him, one last time i go red
As he shouts at me, spit landing on my face
Thats when the slight disease, i feel disgrace
I no i shouldnt have done it, but he was annoying me so
But from now on, i really keep my head low
It should teach them to stop bullying me, its really isnt fair
Why cant we all get on, like a lovely pair
But then again it will never happen in my life
As my heart beats, sharper than a knife
Writing this poem, has made me not keane
Its just how to show you, how my lifes been.

Theres no one posting so im gonna do another

Spilling through my body, no where to go
My life slipping through my fingers, as i feel the flow
Hot as lava, i feel the heat
Going through my viens, giving me a beat
Sliding through like a slide, minding its own
Hurting me much, as i give a loud moan
Down on my knees, as i plead
Truly inside, i can feel myself bleed
This is th epart, where i no im gonna die
So this really is my last goodbye
Lying down, no one here
The last thing i done was drinking a beer
I must be poisoned, i hope they regret it
As my eyes, like a deep dark pit
A tear drops down, a tear of love
Soft and as warm, as a tender soft dove
About to die as i hear those sinGers
And my life, slipping through my fingers

WOW That great!

Yay, thanks Tricky_boi

Listen now,
This story begins
With Derp and Steph,
Identical twins.

They started their lives
As two from one cell
But which one was which,
No one could tell.

Derp was outgoing
And Steph was quite shy,
When you would see one
It was usually Derp you would spy.

But you don’t need to see Steph;
Because I hope you recall
That if you see Derp,
You’ve seen Steph.

awwwwwww Derp *hugs* that was great hunni


we have another poem writer Paula

WOOOOW talent u hav there my son
GOOD ON YA!!!!!!

A graving new talent, enter this site
Nice an charming, hoping he dont bite!
He writes his poems in an influent way
I hope to see more, as progress each day
He says he is twins with steph, is this true
He could be lying, i see his face coloured blue
How can he sleep at night, thinking of this way
But please hold on, more i have to say
Im sure hes funny, kind and great
Shall we have a competiton, maybe a debate
But im soo glad, please dont look behind
Im so glad, i found a one-of-a-kind
I hope he writes more, saves me loads
And decphires my life, with theses strange looking codes
This is time, where i end my poem here
Oh derp, ill buy you a beer
We will have a laugh as the day ends
Avoiding straights, and going the bends.

Brilliant. Theres only one (or two) masters of the poem on this site

Oh master! Oh master! Teach me to write,
I struggle to find flow on this terrible night!
Thinking out loud, attempting to type,
But finding no words - at thin air I do swipe.
Sometimes its so easy, many times too hard,
Im thinking so thoughtfully that my mind is jarred.
If only the master would show me the way,
I would be able to write on this day.
But as my fingers tremble, the keys I do hit,
Thinking of poetry with no success as I sit.
So master yes you! Will you take hold of my hand?,
Control my brain, and make it expand ?
Just so that I can write a poem as good as your own,
To write in that silky and masterful tone.
One or two masters apparently here,
So shall we all sit back, and tremble with fear?
Well I say nay! I must always fight back,
Against all the challenges, comments and flack.
But of course im just winding, we all have a choice,
A different talent, from a different voice.

Edited at 14:17 Sun 12/11/06 (GMT)

WOOO The Master of Poems is Back! I luv ALL Poems but come on ppl ya know me fave is Guevara MORE! MORE!

moreeee wooo wooo!!!!!! i LOVE em!!!!!!

Yh! Come on Master Guevara!

Soz i would do one, but i reli gotta go, im nagging lmao!!!!!!!!
Anywa y ill do a poem on master guevara tommorow!!!!!!

Okies Ruds..cya *hugs*

I'm PMSL and LMAO
Cos im here with Steph
She blames me for everything
And im sik of it to death

Its not just me who starts it
Shes just as much to blame
Tho she says it my mind
Yet hers just thinks the same

But i weally wuv her
Wudnt change her for the world
She really is a great girl
And our laffs on here are shared

awwwwww paula *hugs* great poem...tho it is all ure fault

Wud be would'nt it? Lmaoooo


STE! i need some poems from you!!! NOW!!!!

Ok!

Stand up straight, lift up your chin,
Pick up that wrapper, put it back in the bin.
Tidy your bed before you leave home,
And dont talk to me in that ignorant tone.
Do your top button, straighten your tie,
Here you have and eyelash under your eye.
And now you have chocolate all over your face,
Look at the mess in the horrible place.
Change your socks before you walk through the door,
And pick up your things off your bedroom floor.
Wipe down the mirror, and clean out the sink,
Really now son, patience is at its brink.
Quick, vac the carpet, they'll be here soon,
Uncle John said he'd be here by late afternoon.
Put on the kettle, and quietly sit,
Offer him tea and a chocolate biscuit.
Be nice to your gran, I know you two dont get on,
But dig out the records, and put on her song.
No lip now young boy, manners cost but a thing,
Oh quick sit down now, i just heard the doorbell ring.

omfffgggggg that isss asoloutly classs m8!
how the f*** do u do them like that
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW
Guevara, im not just saying this but u r absoloutlyyy huggge at writing these things!!!!
GOOO SRTE, LEGEND OF THIS THREAD!!!!!!

Here is the day, best day of my life
Here is the day, where i marry my wife
So i get up, out of my cacoon
And get ready, for this afternoon
I cant see my wife, apparently its bad luck
But shes so sweet, here dress like a duck
put on my tuxedo, times nearly here
Cant wait till after, when i can have my beer
Its going to be fab, a day of love and joy
And i step in the limo.................ohh boy
Butterflies enter my stomach, now its scary
This is the part, where i have to be weary
Out of the cab, here i go
With my tuxedo, and cute little bow
My two sons, holding the rings
All of a sudden out of the blue, one of the rings, does a fling