Before I came to university, I didn’t write much poetry. I’d been writing more in the past year or so of A-Levels, but before then I had written maybe one or two poems. They were all terrible. As in, I don’t have them anymore, they were strings of words strung together in no real sense, terrible. Or sometimes they were flat prose in poem form (which is probably worse than just flat prose). Continue reading “The Surprise of Poetry”
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If you can’t guess the prompt for this one…well… I’m not saying anything.
H is for happy, laughing aloud
A is for actions, fighting the crowd
N is for natural, no masks anywhere
N is for nervous, of the foes I bear
A is for angels, the ones up above
H is for home, the place I love
B is for brown, my hair colour too
R is for random; such a hullabaloo!
O is for opposite to what they say
W is for wondering the days away
N is for nicely finding my place; eventually, I hope, whilst the clouds I chase.
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Hi Guys! Sorry for not posting, I’ve been ill and busy. 😦 But here’s a poem for my friend Emily, sorry if you don’t like it/it’s bad.
You may not always be with me,
But I know you’re always there,
‘Cause you’re my best mate, Emi
And you know I’ll always care.
Like the vibrating dildo guy
And the chalky water trauma,
Our friendship has had its ups and downs
But we sail through the rough waters.
We may have different OTPs,
Perhaps the fandoms, too;
And we sometimes have our differences,
But remember that I’ll always love you!
Is it that bad? :3
You can also read it here on Wattpad. 🙂 Vote, perhaps? :3
Also, guys: this is my 40th post! Yay, look how far I’ve come! Thanks for all of your support, lots of love. 😛
First off’s, sorry for not posting in a while; I’ve been rushed off my feet!
Second of all, I hope you enjoy the poem I wrote. 🙂
The Old Woman
When I was walking my dog
The other day, in the Great British Weather
(IE: the pouring rain),
I saw an old woman,
Crossing the road.
She was unremarkable
In many ways.
Her hair, clothes, stance.
But her eyes;
They gave away the story.
There were crinkles at the sides:
But, then again,
Her eyes had a sadness in them;
As if they had witnessed a great horror.
I helped her across the road
And she said I should be on my way; so I went.
But when I got home, I realised that I should have stayed.
Because I never saw her again.