So this is where I will be putting up some of my
poems that come to mind every now and then,
I don't really know where else to write them so why not?
The poems are free to use,
but please credit me and don't claim them as your own.
Enjoy!
❦ Dripping
Drip, drip
Dripping
Dripping much
Dripping less
Dripping more
Dripping mess
Drip, drip
Drip big
Drip ahead
Drip to slow
Dripping red
❦ Limricks
A young handsom man form New York
Was hoping for big money work
But he failed when in school
And was clearly a fool
When he ate his soup with a fork
A cute little lady from town
Was awfully sad and down
Her lover was gone
But she could move on
When in the closet another was found
A boy with ambitious mind
Was suddently nowhere to find
They had police looking
And tried lure him with cooking
Liking food was not one of a kind
❦ The Cold of the Hurt
Fights have been fought and silent will settle,
walking again is like walking on nettle
Healthy sounds pounding on grounds,
shocked eyes looking away from the wounds
Calling for help and something to cover,
praying to god and farwelling the lover
Nothing can help you, you must rest in peace
and lay there when nature does as it please
When blood is spilled, the cold is breezing
your body start shaking, your bleeding and freezing
When you fighting with power, be on alert
when red liquid is drippling comes the cold of the hurt.
Drip, drip
Dripping
Dripping much
Dripping less
Dripping more
Dripping mess
Drip, drip
Drip big
Drip ahead
Drip to slow
Dripping red
❦ Limricks
A young handsom man form New York
Was hoping for big money work
But he failed when in school
And was clearly a fool
When he ate his soup with a fork
A cute little lady from town
Was awfully sad and down
Her lover was gone
But she could move on
When in the closet another was found
A boy with ambitious mind
Was suddently nowhere to find
They had police looking
And tried lure him with cooking
Liking food was not one of a kind
❦ The Cold of the Hurt
Fights have been fought and silent will settle,
walking again is like walking on nettle
Healthy sounds pounding on grounds,
shocked eyes looking away from the wounds
Calling for help and something to cover,
praying to god and farwelling the lover
Nothing can help you, you must rest in peace
and lay there when nature does as it please
When blood is spilled, the cold is breezing
your body start shaking, your bleeding and freezing
When you fighting with power, be on alert
when red liquid is drippling comes the cold of the hurt.
