Random spontaneous poetry
All of the poems here are mad up off the top of my head. They are on various subjects, or nothing at all. They migh be funny, or deep, or even somewhere in between.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
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Friday, May 6, 2011
I like
I like to cuddle,
to jump over a puddle,
to entertain, educate,
and often befuddle.
I like to sleep,
and make a peep,
and often my thoughts,
do mentally leap.
I like to sing,
but makes many ears ring,
so I do it in the shower,
and that's my thing.
I like to laugh and smile,
I could do so for quite awhile.
If nothing was funny,
then life could be quite vile.
to jump over a puddle,
to entertain, educate,
and often befuddle.
I like to sleep,
and make a peep,
and often my thoughts,
do mentally leap.
I like to sing,
but makes many ears ring,
so I do it in the shower,
and that's my thing.
I like to laugh and smile,
I could do so for quite awhile.
If nothing was funny,
then life could be quite vile.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Today was windy, I almost blew away
But I have class later, but inside shall I stay?
Nah I must get my education,
for if I stay I'll have much procrastination.
But I have class later, but inside shall I stay?
Nah I must get my education,
for if I stay I'll have much procrastination.
Monday, April 18, 2011
My room
My room, my room is such a mess
It's embarassing I must confess,
to come back to it every day,
hoping the clutter will go away.
I don't have magical powers,
but I do take pretty long showers.
At least I'm clean, unlike my room,
It needs more than a mop or a broom.
It needs time for me to organize,
but I find it hard to prioritize.
For my room is such a mess,
When that will change is anyone's guess.
It's embarassing I must confess,
to come back to it every day,
hoping the clutter will go away.
I don't have magical powers,
but I do take pretty long showers.
At least I'm clean, unlike my room,
It needs more than a mop or a broom.
It needs time for me to organize,
but I find it hard to prioritize.
For my room is such a mess,
When that will change is anyone's guess.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Who needs a title?
Who needs a title?
It doesn't make the poem.
All it does is label,
and leaves little room to roam.
Who needs a label?
Why do we generalize?
I wish we would stop,
and open up our eyes.
Who needs a title?
A book, a poem, a king?
Oh of the superior title,
the praises we do sing.
What is superior?
It's the name of a lake.
Or what we wish to be,
creates satisfaction that is fake.
It doesn't make the poem.
All it does is label,
and leaves little room to roam.
Who needs a label?
Why do we generalize?
I wish we would stop,
and open up our eyes.
Who needs a title?
A book, a poem, a king?
Oh of the superior title,
the praises we do sing.
What is superior?
It's the name of a lake.
Or what we wish to be,
creates satisfaction that is fake.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Soon
My spring break is almost done
But I'll keep having fun.
Until the moment I have to study,
and then I'll feel rather cruddy.
Because then I am rather lazy,
and the stress makes me rather crazy.
I really need to get more sleep,
as my tiredness so runs deep.
I stay online way to late,
and the next day, can't concentrate
But I'll keep having fun.
Until the moment I have to study,
and then I'll feel rather cruddy.
Because then I am rather lazy,
and the stress makes me rather crazy.
I really need to get more sleep,
as my tiredness so runs deep.
I stay online way to late,
and the next day, can't concentrate
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