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    Default Favourite Poem~

    Hey Guys I would love to know about the type of poetry y'all prefer.

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    Tragedyyy.




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    I heard a fly buzz when I died ... Emily ****enson
    Be careful what you think, for you may say it.
    Be careful what you say, for you may do it.
    Be careful what you do, for you will become it.

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    Sigh no more ladies - Shakespeare

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    Default This is musical poetry :)

    It's like meeting the man of your dreams ...and then meeting his beautiful wife.
    Now isn't it ironic?Don't you think? A little too ironic!
    It's like rain,on your wedding day. It's a free life.It's some good advice that you just didn't take.

    ALANIS MORISETTE

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    the Eagle- Alfred lord tennyson
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    Horror I guess

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    What is our life? A play of passion,
    Our mirth the music of division,
    Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,
    Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
    Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
    That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
    Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
    Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
    Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
    Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.
    - Sir Walter. R

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    From a New Zealand poet, CK Stead, titled 'You':

    Our friends' wedding:
    I'd lied, called it a funeral
    to get army leave
    so I could be with you.
    It was surprise, a present
    and your blush of pleasure
    cheered me like a crowd.

    So here we are on the step
    above 'the happy couple'
    who will one day divorce -
    looking into the future
    which is now.

    Ten friends together
    in that photograph.
    Fifty years on
    and four are dead.
    Who will be next?
    Who will be last
    and put out the light?

    It's time to tell you again
    how much I loved the girl
    who blushed her welcome.
    Forgive my trespasses.
    Stay close. Hold my hand.

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    If there be pain,
    all u need 2 do
    is call on me 2 be with u
    And before u hang up the phone
    u will no longer be alone
    Together we can never fall
    because our love will conquer all
    If there be pain,
    reach out 4 a helping hand
    and I shall hold u wherever I am
    Every breath I breathe will be into u
    4 without u here my joy is through
    my life was lived through falling rain
    so call on me if there be pain
    Faithfully yours,
    -Tupac Amaru Shakur
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    If a man does not have the sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can be lost in the sauce.

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    The fairies by William Allimgham

    Up the airy mountain,

    Down the rushy glen,
    We dare 't go a-hunting
    For fear of little men.

    Wee folk, good folk,
    Trooping all together;
    Green jacket, red cap,
    And white owl's feather!


    down along the rocky shore
    Some make their home --
    They live on crispy pancakes
    Of yellow tide-foam;

    Some in the reeds
    Of the black mountain-lake,
    With frogs for their watch-dogs,
    All night awake.

    high on the hilltop

    The old King sits;
    He is now so old and gray,
    He's nigh lost his wits.

    With a bridge of white mist
    Columbkill he crosses,
    On his stately journeys
    From Slieveleague to Gosses;

    Or going up with music
    On cold starry nights,
    To sup with the Queen
    Of the gay Northern Lights.

    They stole little Bridget
    For seven years long;
    When she came down again
    Her friends were all gone.

    They took her lightly back,
    Between the night and morrow;
    They thought that she was fast asleep,

    But she was dead with sorrow.

    They have kept her ever since
    Deep within the lake,
    On a bed of flag-leaves,
    Watching till she wake.

    By the craggy hillside,
    Through the mosses bare,
    They have planted thorn-trees,
    For pleasure here and there.

    Is any man so daring
    As dig them up in spite,
    He shall find their sharpest thorns
    In his bed at night.

    Up the airy mountain,
    Down the rushy glen,
    We dare 't go a-hunting
    For fear of little men.

    Wee folk, good folk,
    Trooping all together;
    Green jacket, red cap,
    And white owl's feather!
    Last edited by BIG CHIEF FRED; 12-01-2017 at 12:32 PM.

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    the eagle -Alfred lord tennyson
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    Birches -Robert Frost

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    This is song poetry maybe. Idk. If u don't agree just remove it, it's folk music poetry maybe. -Dubliners whiskey in the jar-

    As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
    I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
    I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
    Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver

    Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
    Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
    There's whiskey in the jar

    I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
    I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
    She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
    But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

    Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
    Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
    There's whiskey in the jar

    I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
    I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
    But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water
    Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

    Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
    Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
    There's whiskey in the jar

    And 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
    Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
    I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
    I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

    Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
    Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
    There's whiskey in the jar

    There's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
    and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
    but I take delight in the juice of the barley
    and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

    Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
    Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
    There's whiskey in the jar

    And if anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
    If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
    And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenney
    And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny

    Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
    Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
    There's whiskey in the jar

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    Quote Originally Posted by GirlOfWords View Post
    Birches -Robert Frost
    Well that one's a load of **** sucking cum covered ****. you ugly ****!

 

 

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