Buyer Of Vanity fair
We sleep in the boughs' of love! But reality so exceptional; Its called life; controller be time. Yet to find a life; we be to do thousands mistake! Move unfortunately behind false We be buyer of vanity fair.
Not quite sure
Not quite sure Two beers needed to loosen the tongue Relax a bit to have some fun Rid the inhabitation that holds you back Gain the confidence that most do lack Is it shame or shyness that hides the soul? Never mind the paranoid thoughts th
Note Of Contempt
Only joking-it's just a bit of fun:-)
The Debt Man
The Debt Man I found a begging letter lying behind my front door, just because I am a debtor the debt man asked for more. I tell the stupid debt man, “No blood money do I own you only get from a poor man the blood you get from stone!” Thre
money
i wrote this poem because a email i got here a doctor she said in her words a shrink why am i wasting my time writing blogs a bunch of other stuff true love isn't for sale it just pissed me off so i wrote a poem called money hope you like this one my true honey love you baby
Theft By Thought
Theft By Thought I daydream, a penny for my thoughts in fact they come in fits and stops! I think, only to see what I can find, though there is nothing on my mind! I ponder, I think I have the answer, I question my answer, then I w
What If
Just had a bored moment an is how the poem came about lolz.
My First Time
I wrote this years ago during one of my spontanious creative/artistic moments. :)
How Mean Was He ?
He’d peel an orange in his pocket
JohnRyan2004
There was a lad called John Ryan Who tought all the lassies looked fine He charmed them well Then rang on their bell But he got the wrong one this time. Hope you like it you MUPPET mr 2004
Sone XX4
Inspirated by Shakespeare....
Shake My Soul
May I just say, this was actually written as a funk song given to a friend who has a band. LOL..hope you all like it..
Like
Just playing with words ... Like ... when you study a language and every word is so interesting. :-)
To Mum
This was a poem I wrote for my mum about 4 years ago. She was going through hell at the time and I wanted to let her know she would overcome it as long as she didn't give up.
Off My Chair
I need a drink I need a scotch If you go get it I'll let you watch As I fall off my chair and get back on The lights go dim Goodnight I'm gone
Wifi Love
Had to update this poem, wrote it a while ago when you used to connect to the internet with a modem so now it's been changed from modem love to wifi love
CS Limerick
There once was a site made for dating where many found opinions debating in the forums they fought in the pictures they sought the one for whom they were waiting