Thursday, November 1, 2012

Poetry Writing


 We have been writing poems for creative writing. I do not like poems would rather stick to writing stories. When you type a word or two into Google search, a handful of autocomplete suggestions pop up automatically. And sometimes, but just sometimes, those autocomplete suggestions are quite poetic

My Google Poem 

My love for sale
My love for verses
My love for danger
My love for you evermore


my heart melts into the air
my heart melts into wonder
my heart melts into the kiss
my heart melts into nothing

The night holds terror
The night holds the key
The night holds me
The night holds you

cry, dance 'til the light takes us
cry, dance 'til its quiet
cry, dance 'til its over
cry, dance 'til we die

His beauty is his name
His beauty is in his eyes
His beauty is for my ashes
His beauty is  goodness

Until he sees his image
Until he sees me as a friend
Until he sees right through me
Until he sees angels in the architecture

all I do Is Win
all I do is waste time
all I do is is kiss you
all I do is love you


While waiting for the sun
While waiting for the rapture
While waiting for  the final leaf to fall
While waiting for  the end

Men Are Dogs

I have to tell you.
All I feel is hate
You are doggy poo

The end is in view
You make me irate
I have to tell you.

Break is over due
 Let me tell you straight
You are doggy poo.

You’re so fat you moo.
Your face looks like bait
I have to tell you.

With reference to
Your personal state
You are doggy poo

Do not misconstrue
No need to debate
 I have to tell you.
You are doggy poo