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Lol,you cant write poetry worth s**t.

Grammar.

Learn you some.

There’s a Retard in the Bathroom

Music blares in my ears
Second period has begun.
A screeching sound
Cuts the melodious harmonies
And Permeates my eardrums.

What could that hideous sound be?
A Banshee?
A Cat?
A Car passing by too quickly?
Then I realize
As somebody next to me explains
At the same time.

“There’s a retard in the bathroom.”




That's a poem. Learn it, and learn it good. Because that poem FAILS

Both of you, shut up. A poem is not meant to follow any set of rules and if you knew that you wouldn't be a moronic s**t head...you want a poem? Fine, ill give you one. Feel free to bash or ridacule...you know you have no talent so leave My Gf alone as well.


Angel wings

For every tear that falls,
For every drop thats shead,
As long as its of love thats true,
An angle flys ahead,
Your face is wet,
That tissues dry,
You dare not attempt to stop this cry,
A lovers far,
And is not near,
But the future you should never fear,
For lovers bound,
By lovers cry,
Is all it takes,
For angels to fly.

Theres a poem...written for a friend of mine who lost her love...if you bash then your no friend of mine...so get over yourselves...