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POEMS
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Best Short Poems Collection - 26
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It's never, It's not gonna happen by Ice johnson
It's not gonna happen
It's never gonna happen
Not for someone like me
So many nights
I prayed it's who I'd be with
Now you know thats just a funny joke
It brings to tears
So surreal
I keep falling more and more in love with you
I keep falling over and over
do i have to see anymore
Sometimes I imagine me in your arms
no one could hurt the both of us
I'd defend you greatfully if u'll do the same
Who am I kidding
Who am I playing
It's not gonna happen
It's never gonna happen
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The Angry Dinosaur by Gareth Lancaster
A huge obnoxious dinosaur,
Just barged its way through our front door!
It didn't knock or ring the bell,
Just crashed right in to where we dwell!
It snarled and snorted 'cross the hall,
Stood on (and burst!) my brand new ball.
It shook the paintings off their hooks,
And threw my dad some evil looks!
It tramped right in to our front room,
And left a smelly stench of doom!
It circled round and round the chairs,
Whilst we all stood and said our prayers!
With creaking weight it then sat down,
The chair collapsed, my mum did frown.
The dinosaur with eyes bright red,
Then slowly turned its ugly head!
'I've had enough,' it gave a growl,
It sighed and sank, its face a scowl.
'I really tried! I'm in distress!
I didn't win the fancy dress!'
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I Wish That I Could Write A Poem by Robert M Wilson
I wish that I could write a poem,
So pert it makes you smile,
One that sings like a Sunday finch
To entice you for awhile,
As sweet as candy kisses,
So sultry that you moan,
So shocking that you shout out loud,
As smooth as old sandstone,
As hot as Jalapeño,
So tender that you cry,
So funny that you wet your pants,
More mystic than the sky.
But first I have to find the time
To figure how to make it rhyme.
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Morning Poem by Danielle D. Curtis
Woke early one morning,
the earth lay cool and still,
when suddenly a tiny bird,
perched on my window sill,
it sang a song so lovely,
so carefree and so gay,
that slowly all my troubles,
began to slip away,
it sang of far off places,
of laughter and of fun,
it seemed his very song,
brought out the morning sun,
I pulled back the covers,
and crept slowly out of bed,
and gently shut the window,
and crushed his freaking head,
I'm not a morning person
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