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The Perfect GirlA Poem by WhiskurzI love the way she looks at me When we go out for a walk I love how she just listens And always lets me talk I love the way she lets me choose .. |
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The SongA Poem by WhiskurzWhen does a poem become a song?Does the music make it real?A melody makes us sing alongBut the words are from the quillWithout the words the music's b.. |
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The Knight's Queen(Sonnet)A Poem by WhiskurzMy lips will whisper love unto thine heartFor my burden weighs heavy on my soulI will invade your dreams when we're apartEven by pain of death I'll pa.. |
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The Funeral PoemA Poem by WhiskurzI choose to be thankfulNot to be sadFor all of the wonderfulYears that we hadYou gave me a smileThat no one can stealYou gave me a purposeIn life that.. |
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Stolen VoicesA Poem by WhiskurzI wonder if the wind can hearThe cries from unmarked gravesPeople taken before their timeDoomed to be death's slavesThose who've all gone missingThe s.. |
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Yesterday's PrayerA Poem by WhiskurzI know that we were meant to beFor a time already pastA blessing God had sent to meBut wasn't meant to lastWe walked the winding road of hopeJust dest.. |
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The Other StuffA Poem by WhiskurzI wanted to buy a dozen red rosesBut they refused to touch your handThe chocolates said that, "You're much sweeter"And, "Your lips would make them bla.. |
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Poe's Diary Page 7 (The Hand of Dread)A Poem by WhiskurzAwakened by the hand of dreadAn apprentice to the nightShe pulls me from my chamber bedAnd forces me to writeMy mind still captive to my sleepI do not.. |
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Counting SheepA Poem by WhiskurzWhile most are counting sheep at nightWhen trying to go to sleepThe poet is searching for words to writeSo the little lambs won't weepThe paper become.. |
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PretendingA Poem by WhiskurzI wanted to believed in fairy talesI hoped that dreams come trueI thought happy endings were realUntil the day that I met youI thought I was your Prin.. |
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