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i was asked to do this so dont think im feeding you insidiously
so what kind of poems
do you want happy sad,funny?
ok tell you where i start
one for my friend smeg,she will know what i mean(i hope)
I USED TO LIVE IN A FOREST(BUT IM OVER THAT NOW)
here we go
i used to have hope but im over that now
i used to have a home but i lost it somehow
when i was evicted they offered me other accommodation
but it was no bigger than a matchbox so i said stuff this nation
so i packed my pockets and headed for the forest
i was pretty happy for a while
i went to the deep part oh this was better than the city by a mile
when i first saw the goblins and the elves
i tried to strikeup a rapport with em
but they just wanted to be by themselves
i used to have a job but i lost it somehow
i used to have friends but i havent now
i heard a roar of pain carried along by a breeze
an axeman strayed in here chopping down trees
but as the axe went in blood dripped out
you see the were alive as you and me
and branches of other trees strangled him violently
i do part 2 in a bit
not finished yet ge mate just having j break that ok with you chill yer beans bud
Cosy writes about fiction,some imagination,lots of short stories have been written. Keep it up Cosy!
Cosy writes about fiction,some imagination,lots of short stories have been written. Keep it up Cosy!
ok lets go part 2
the only person i ever got near was a witch
i thought we had something going but she turned into a proper b!tch
so i left the cave we were sharing,i t no longer felt like home hey i heard shes married now to a gnome
i had a bad illness once ,
but im over that now,i loved a girl once but i lost her somehow,i had a chat with the devil one night
and he seemed very interested in me,he said igot a job if i wanted but we just have to wait and see,i witnessed two foxes getting married i wished them all the best then tiredness took over me i needed, a rest when i woke up i was back again in the city no way could i handle that i no longer had the capacity
i robbed a womansbody from a grave it doesnt matter to me shes dead,i suppose its a form of dominance i keep her under my bed
i used to have money but i havent got any now,i used to have pride but i lost it somehow
there you go smeg,anybody else want a poem just ask me …….laters xxx
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Well now, painting shade is definitely an art, Cosy…… And you, my friend… Are a bit of an artist. I always sorta suspected you were
But there it is, the proof in the pudding…. and I, my fine fellow, would peruse that menu on any occasion.Thank you for posting this, Cosy… Thank you for taking the time, and thank you for delving the depths to cavort in bright-shiny metaphors. For me, placing hearts on sleeves into my writing was something i could never quite master… You’ve made it look easy. Kudos
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SOME GIRLS YOU CANT JUst cant reach
trying to get your attention is like standing in front of a train, ive used a tousand different hammers but i still cant get thru to yer brain
when i asked you for a date and you said yeh i was that happy i went home humming,i stood there for 3 hours till i realise you wasnt coming
you have played and messed about with my heart and now its all tattered and torn
when i ask you do you love me you just stifle a yawn,i waitedyou for hoursng
in a fone box just to hear your voice ,but aall i get is the engaged is the engaged tone,i wonder if you get any delight
hang on i giv you part 2 in a bit
i bought you chocs you said yoou were on a diet,i bought you a ring but you didnt want to try it
remember when i came to your house that morrning? and i bought you a large fresh rose
and you threw it youvea bin,well you smelt it did it get under your nose
im getting fed up now ive edited this poem,so im leaving at this,your world is your oyster
you dont like my mates,my job ,my car my house,my dog trying toget your attention its like drowning in the sea, you got it all you,but ive only got me
Not being loved for a very long time, you think one day it may come around, and truly be found.
Hopes and dreams become one sided as the other becomes far sided.
Who knows if true love exist, for now I wish it come off my list and never had exist.
Pain is great when you truly love that other and he moves undercover, and then you discover.
So not being loved and tossed like melted butter is better then love when it ever hits again and makes you wonder!
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