GSPhotography
Member
Anybody good at writting poems. I need one for tomorrow am . 15 lines, 1 métaphore no need for rhymes. 20$ to thé person that Can do that
Need help $$
- Thread starter GSPhotography
- Start date
CosmicBrownie
Member
That sounds so easy you cant do it yourself?
flyingsqirrel3
Member
just a little bit longer
the children said
as the storm approached them
in their boat on the sea
He knew the storm would be bad
but he couldn't deprive
the children of fishing
in their boat on the sea
the head of the storm approached
like a freight train
not seeming to be moving
but coming, always coming towards
their boat on the sea
finally, he decided to head in
but he was too late
the storm was a cheetah
and their boat on the sea
was a gazelle
the children said
as the storm approached them
in their boat on the sea
He knew the storm would be bad
but he couldn't deprive
the children of fishing
in their boat on the sea
the head of the storm approached
like a freight train
not seeming to be moving
but coming, always coming towards
their boat on the sea
finally, he decided to head in
but he was too late
the storm was a cheetah
and their boat on the sea
was a gazelle
flyingsqirrel3
Member
thats what I thought, but then I decided I could have a little fun with the poem
you think he/she'll pay me?
you think he/she'll pay me?
flyingsqirrel3
Member
except the poem absolutely sucks haha
CosmicBrownie
Member
$1.33 per line isnt bad money...
theBearJew
Active member
From past threads I've seen by her she seems credible. I'd put $5 on it.
Chubbs.
Active member
The life of a skierrevolved around the seasons
their minds a jack in the box
ready to jump with the ticking of the crank
as the snow begins to fall
Summer brings practice
grass becomes a landing zone
their spins inching farther every time
towards greatness
Fall brings colors
but also anticipation
the first frost a sign
winter is knocking on the door
Winter brings snow
snow brings skiers
their lives revolved around frozen water droplets
nothing else is important
Spring is a time of peace
a skier relaxes his mind
his joints and muscles aching
but his body is content
sorry might be a little long
their minds a jack in the box
ready to jump with the ticking of the crank
as the snow begins to fall
Summer brings practice
grass becomes a landing zone
their spins inching farther every time
towards greatness
Fall brings colors
but also anticipation
the first frost a sign
winter is knocking on the door
Winter brings snow
snow brings skiers
their lives revolved around frozen water droplets
nothing else is important
Spring is a time of peace
a skier relaxes his mind
his joints and muscles aching
but his body is content
sorry might be a little long
bigbromskier
Active member
Quiet solitude; a hidden battle.
Toss and turn
Roll and tuck
Difficult finding the saddle.
On the ride, journeys fly.
Chase ensues,
feet subdued,
Lassoed despite any try.
Lovers lost reappear.
As one, as her,
As another, for another.
Conscious gained reaffirms 'alas it's not my dear.'
Troubled depths and wavering steps.
Uncertain and varied,
Unavoidably pulled, resulting so harried.
Warily lured for continued reps.
Charging by sun, building for the fight.
Energy expelled,
All strength felled.
Settle in for the trauma of the night.
ready for sleeep. have weird dreams sometimes.
Toss and turn
Roll and tuck
Difficult finding the saddle.
On the ride, journeys fly.
Chase ensues,
feet subdued,
Lassoed despite any try.
Lovers lost reappear.
As one, as her,
As another, for another.
Conscious gained reaffirms 'alas it's not my dear.'
Troubled depths and wavering steps.
Uncertain and varied,
Unavoidably pulled, resulting so harried.
Warily lured for continued reps.
Charging by sun, building for the fight.
Energy expelled,
All strength felled.
Settle in for the trauma of the night.
ready for sleeep. have weird dreams sometimes.
.AR6rider.
Active member
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences reminiscent of Nancy Kerrigan's teeth
He saw her for the first time that night
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its sides gently compressed by a thigh master
And a deep, throaty, genuine laugh. Like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up. He was in love.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making a breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without ClingFree
It began to rain. Mary's hair glistened like a nose hair after a sneeze.
The raindrops leaped from the pavement, like maggots when you fry them in grease.
Shots rang out! Mary ran like a freight train that had left Cleveland at 6:00 PM traveling at 55MPH
John chased her. He had a hungry look, like the kind you get from not eating for a while.
She was his now. No way out of the abandoned building. The scene took on an eerie, surreal quality, like
When you're on vacation and Jeopardy comes on at 6:00 instead of 7:00
Realizing there was no way out, Mary rose gracefully en pointe and extended her slender leg behind her,
Like a dog at a fire hydrant.
She jumped 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences reminiscent of Nancy Kerrigan's teeth
He saw her for the first time that night
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its sides gently compressed by a thigh master
And a deep, throaty, genuine laugh. Like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up. He was in love.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making a breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without ClingFree
It began to rain. Mary's hair glistened like a nose hair after a sneeze.
The raindrops leaped from the pavement, like maggots when you fry them in grease.
Shots rang out! Mary ran like a freight train that had left Cleveland at 6:00 PM traveling at 55MPH
John chased her. He had a hungry look, like the kind you get from not eating for a while.
She was his now. No way out of the abandoned building. The scene took on an eerie, surreal quality, like
When you're on vacation and Jeopardy comes on at 6:00 instead of 7:00
Realizing there was no way out, Mary rose gracefully en pointe and extended her slender leg behind her,
Like a dog at a fire hydrant.
She jumped 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
_DUSTY_
Active member
It was a chilling cold fright
And the freaks were flowing in
My mind was made up
And full of whim
Fearful one could say
Ambivalent feelings for today
Tired one could say
Down to earth I'll stay
Up up up they pray
Macabre holds its sway
Bad for me the visions
Climbing high towards the grail
Undaunted by the task
Naturally tied by ties of kindred
Truly ties to trap the seeking souls
anyone?
And the freaks were flowing in
My mind was made up
And full of whim
Fearful one could say
Ambivalent feelings for today
Tired one could say
Down to earth I'll stay
Up up up they pray
Macabre holds its sway
Bad for me the visions
Climbing high towards the grail
Undaunted by the task
Naturally tied by ties of kindred
Truly ties to trap the seeking souls
anyone?
flyingsqirrel3
Member
this is great, but where's the metaphor
flyingsqirrel3
Member
Yeah, what kind of person doesn't know that???
Finkle
Member
It is winter in the village.
Though not as cold as my heart.
Cradled like a mothers blanket.
Aspens shiver in the snowy dusk.
The wires sound like hinges, I they may have rust.
Lying on this frozen river, my heart begins to trust.
My heart a mountain, whats my choice.
Edging closer to the future.
Boundless by the force of nature, which kept me at the start.
Deeper do I slide, feet beneath the earth.
leaving frozen trails of mist back where I left my heart.
Memories fill this cup of an earth.
Secrets stored.
Moving mountains to the future.
To settle this last score.
...that was painful on a cell phone.
Not re-reading. So much time wasted.
Though not as cold as my heart.
Cradled like a mothers blanket.
Aspens shiver in the snowy dusk.
The wires sound like hinges, I they may have rust.
Lying on this frozen river, my heart begins to trust.
My heart a mountain, whats my choice.
Edging closer to the future.
Boundless by the force of nature, which kept me at the start.
Deeper do I slide, feet beneath the earth.
leaving frozen trails of mist back where I left my heart.
Memories fill this cup of an earth.
Secrets stored.
Moving mountains to the future.
To settle this last score.
...that was painful on a cell phone.
Not re-reading. So much time wasted.
Caspaaa
Active member
Not sure if it fits your criteria but here ya go
The things they carried with them
Hindered their progress over gray fields
Regardless they marched imminently
Without stopping to heal
The ashy rain fell from thick air
But the men held more than they could bear
As the cold turned their faces to blue
The things they carried carried them through
They lived on memories of living and dead
While the snow covered land played games with their heads
Long forgotten hope resurfaced at night
But the soldiers fought on until they saw light
The things that they carried
Could never do them good
They broke themselves down
And died where they stood
Now each man walks slowly
Without purpose or heart
Without the guts to admit it
They were dead from the start
The things they carried with them
Hindered their progress over gray fields
Regardless they marched imminently
Without stopping to heal
The ashy rain fell from thick air
But the men held more than they could bear
As the cold turned their faces to blue
The things they carried carried them through
They lived on memories of living and dead
While the snow covered land played games with their heads
Long forgotten hope resurfaced at night
But the soldiers fought on until they saw light
The things that they carried
Could never do them good
They broke themselves down
And died where they stood
Now each man walks slowly
Without purpose or heart
Without the guts to admit it
They were dead from the start
flyingsqirrel3
Member
Anybody been paid?
Anathema
Active member
she should pay you in tits.
she gets to save her money, get some attention to boost her confidence or whatever the fuck women get out of having guys all googley eyed over them, and you guys get tits out of it!
sounds like a good plan to me. k great, one is glad to be of service.
she gets to save her money, get some attention to boost her confidence or whatever the fuck women get out of having guys all googley eyed over them, and you guys get tits out of it!
sounds like a good plan to me. k great, one is glad to be of service.
Wallisch_pl
Active member
Op is gay the end
Wallisch_pl
Active member
Where's my 20$
GSPhotography
Member
haha this is hilarious. i dont go on ns that often. Posted that as an escape route. Ended up doing the pome myself and got a 100% mark. Thanks all for posting. Cant imagine what people do here for some money.How about that, You guys pick the best Poem and Ill send 5$ to that person for the effort?
