the crucible. Idiot
 Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 621 | December 14th, 2006 at 01:53pm Hmm, a festive poem to start the Christmas season:
Frosted branches wildly spread
High above our frozen heads.
Fine white snow crunched undefoot.
The chimney funnel, black with soot.
Crimson berries dot the woods,
Ice glistens like stolen goods.
Baubles strung throughout the home,
While outside the cold wind moans.
Candles light the window sills,
Money fills the cashiers' tills.
Anxioulsy the children wait,
For that blessed festive date!
So crap it's untrue.  |
Peter Petrelli King For A Couple Of Days
 Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 4161 | December 15th, 2006 at 11:34am The first verse was pretty awesome, but after that the rhyming became a little forced. I did like the poem though... I just wouldn't say it was great poetically. |
the crucible. Idiot
 Age: 29 Gender: Female Posts: 621 | December 15th, 2006 at 04:41pm I know. I really don't like this, and I hate the last verse really bad. I mean, what do cashier's tills have to do with it? I had nothing else that rhymed though, so I was just like, whatever, and went along and wrote it. |
DudeO King For A Couple Of Days
 Age: 31 Gender: Male Posts: 2543
| December 16th, 2006 at 01:07am I liked it all but the last verse. The first two were good. |
love. King For A Couple Of Days
 Age: - Gender: Female Posts: 2844 | December 17th, 2006 at 08:47pm Frosted branches wildly spread
High above our frozen heads.
Fine white snow crunched undefoot.
The chimney funnel, black with soot.
^^really good. |