A love poem seems a bit too cheesy,
All I shall do is ignore the tasteless tact,
Or rather by two people be smacked,
Those poems can be sweet, but I think their sleazy.
I begin to wonder what to write next,
And my mind seems to stay blank,
In a zone full of no worries I sank,
For come odd reason, I think about Czechs.
One minute, one hour, I’m not even started,
This poem is taking too long I fear,
I seem to get stuck in the wrong gear,
My mind has wandered so far, its uncharted.
It’s the end of the hour and yet nothing on my paper,
My mind seems to be nothing now but vapor.
Yes well we had to do a sonnet thing in Class so I'm posting it on here!!!! YYYAAYYY me!!!
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AMurderOfSin
16:25 May 28 2010
Lol.. Nicely put.. Thank you for posting it..
eternitypoision
09:18 Jan 10 2011
hey u write nice poems..