R.Hashmi
11-06-2008, 07:39 PM
First of all, sorry that most of the rhymes are really "Me" sort of things.
I wasn't thinking properly, I did this in English btw, because on the day I was worried because I had to bring in a 10 page essay in the next day, or else I would get like, an hour detention or something. Plus I hadn't even started it, I guess he realised when I said "What homework?" Oh wel.. Another thing I was running out of time so I had to finish the poem in a rush.
So here it is then.
A Memory…
There was a creature of the night
And me, a normality of light
A romance with a bite
And the plotting of a plight
I stood in a shop so simply
Then I saw him looking at me
With green eyes twinkling darkly
Those of a blind, mist
With Jet black hair
Skin that’s pale yet still so fair
He steps towards me, with a care
It is true love, oh dear…
A shocking discovery
He is not the boy I’d thought he’d be
He has the potential to kill me
Yet he vows “I will never lay a finger on thee”
Plans to escape
Intercepted, he drops his cape
Takes up arms, defending me
He drops dead, how can this be???
The rest is history
Here I sit, with memories
But I’m not alone
There’s a little child with me
Looking at me
With green eyes, twinkling darkly
Those of a blind, mist
With jest black hair
Skin that pale, yet so fair
The child speaks “Mummy”
He’d left me,
A memory…
Can I get a rating or something? Tips are graciously welcome.
Thread moved from Articles and Stories by ,Jess, (Forum Super Moderator): This section is more suited :).
I wasn't thinking properly, I did this in English btw, because on the day I was worried because I had to bring in a 10 page essay in the next day, or else I would get like, an hour detention or something. Plus I hadn't even started it, I guess he realised when I said "What homework?" Oh wel.. Another thing I was running out of time so I had to finish the poem in a rush.
So here it is then.
A Memory…
There was a creature of the night
And me, a normality of light
A romance with a bite
And the plotting of a plight
I stood in a shop so simply
Then I saw him looking at me
With green eyes twinkling darkly
Those of a blind, mist
With Jet black hair
Skin that’s pale yet still so fair
He steps towards me, with a care
It is true love, oh dear…
A shocking discovery
He is not the boy I’d thought he’d be
He has the potential to kill me
Yet he vows “I will never lay a finger on thee”
Plans to escape
Intercepted, he drops his cape
Takes up arms, defending me
He drops dead, how can this be???
The rest is history
Here I sit, with memories
But I’m not alone
There’s a little child with me
Looking at me
With green eyes, twinkling darkly
Those of a blind, mist
With jest black hair
Skin that pale, yet so fair
The child speaks “Mummy”
He’d left me,
A memory…
Can I get a rating or something? Tips are graciously welcome.
Thread moved from Articles and Stories by ,Jess, (Forum Super Moderator): This section is more suited :).