I did this for an English assignment. It's a "Political" poem. We've done nothing Planes in building, destroying lives Terrorists in jets doing nosedived We've done nothing Children crying to their powerless mothers in agony Killing helpless teenagers because of their sexuality We've done nothing Floods carrying homes miles away Families with nowhere to go and nowhere to stay We've done nothing Mass murder and devastation Burning down forests for man's creation We've done nothing When will we do something? When will the amount of genocides and homicides and suicides decrease? When will the starvation and deprivation and infatuation will power cease? When will we ever do something. (Kinda depressing but it's all I got :3)
Dylan_TheCreator smashes Chronic masturbators I'm wrong on so many levels Cause I do fat chicks in elevators.. Warning: to those who step to me You're guaranteed to lose teeth You know I'm packing winky meat Cause I got large FEET!!
dark, results are sure to change. though there is no real reason to farm me. the top 3 MIGHT get a prize anyway
I have two coz... Idk. Anyways.. Broken I feel the deep void Where my heart once set Remember it all But want to forget Was this my fate? For fate isn't kind Replaying the scene Over in my mind The hopes and the dreams Now shattered. No less What there might have been... He leaves me to guess That fateful day When those words were spoken Leaves me here now No less than broken. No. 2. Sadness. It hangs in the air, The big grey cloud It's cries of thunder Echo around. "What is it?" I hear you wonder, "What is it saying?" For that is not thunder. I look at the cloud, It weeps tears of rain But that Is not normal, For they're tears of pain. "What Is it?" I hear you demand, "Please explain," "Why is it crying?" For that Is no rain. They are shattered dreams, Echoed into the night For, that is not thunder My dear you are right. "What is the cloud?" I hear you ask, "What is this?" My dear please be patient. The cloud is sadness. It hangs in the air The big grey cloud It's cries of distress Echo around. Thousands of people Contribute and share Their feelings with many, Through this cloud in the air. "What is the cloud?" I hear you ask, "What is this?" My dear, please be patient. The cloud is sadness. Ta-da!