Question

i know poems don't belong in here but i just wanted to put it in here

Answer 1

Thinking back on my life, when I was a little child;
So outrageous and bubbly doing things that were wild.
Thinking back on my life, all those wonderful years;
Not a care in the world, no worries, no fears.
Thinking back on my life, all the advice I was told:
What a wonderful child, my parents hoped they would mold.
But as we all know, it's not always what we dreamed;
Life gets harder, and to us it's not always how it seemed.
There are two roads in life: the right one and wrong one;
The wrong one I chose and it seemed life was done.
But as time has went on, I had to agree;
I can do and be anything I want to achieve.
I have tried over and over and failed to succeed;
But I am a SOLDIER, that's what I believe.
My LIFE is too precious to let it slip away;
I must try harder and harder each coming day.
One day soon, I'll be All that I am;
How do I know you ask?
BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN!!!!

Answer 2

Very nice poem, I like it ^-^

Answer 3

A poem
By Dbzfan836

Every single day, I just stare;
I just stare straight into despair;
Because Darkness is in my way;
It’s in my way, every single day.

The Darkness keeps making a little hole;
A little hole in my heart and soul;
In order to complete its dark goal;
To follow the role of a dark soul.

[I lost the second one due to file corruption]


A third poem
By Dbzfan836

I lay in bed;
I try to sleep;
I just can’t;
I keep thinkin about me;

Think about my day;
Think about my night;
Think about a nap;
Think about Minecraft;

Get outta bed;
Get my candle read;
Get to the Laptop;
Play like a boss wop;

Play all night;
Play all day;
Just for fun and Games.


A fourth poem
By Dbzfan836

My life hurts,
From losing my perch,
Into my kitty paws,
Because I break physic laws.

I can only land on my feet,
It makes me feel unique,
Below my kitty paws,
Because I break physic laws.

I have sharp claws,
Which help clean my jaws,
Inside my kitty paws,
Because I break Physic laws.

A fifth poem
By Dbzfan836

My life is a struggle,
One to be heard,
Ya know why?
‘Cause why not Zoidberg?

I’m stuck on the streets,
Where nobody meets,
And Where I keep:
‘Just why not Zoidberg?’

Then there was a day,
That memes were made,
So then I say,
‘Why not Zoidberg?’

A sixth poem
By Dbzfan836

I wanna play,
I wanna play,
I wanna play
Every single day

I wanna play,
I wanna play,
I wanna play
At the Hudson Bay

I wanna play,
I wanna play,
I wanna play
Till the dawn of the day

Answer 4

Why an Artist's Brush is a Poet's Pen
By Hussein Shelleh

An artist's art is like a poet's poetry, both waiting to be seen.
Yet the readers are not always so keen,
So writers and artist must go, sit and wait,
Until someone goes and picks on the bait.

That's where the artist and poet combine,
As the art matches the poem, oh so Divine,
That the two become together, forever, like twine,
Until they both end their happy endeavor, slowly in time.

Answer 5

NOTE: my real name is hussein shelleh

Answer 6

A grenade does not belong in a microwave, so why did you put it there @MilenaSaeger ???

Answer 7

Lol true