I looooove poems or inspireing phrases or tongue twisters please poste here!
my last name is brower and we got this from our friends at church, from their little boyabout his mom!
She likes flowers
Ilike the browers
She is a girl
I like to twirl
mommy is smart
I like to fart
I love my mommy and up above
you fill my heart with love.
LOL :D
One-One was a race horse, Two-Two was one two.
One-One won one race one day.
Two-Two won one too.
Also, my favourite poem is The Jabberwocky (http://www.potw.org/archive/potw128.html) by Lewis Carroll. I love how it is complete nonsense.
The Jabberwocky is awesome.
Its great, and so is his Humpty Dumpty and the Lobster one.
Quote from: Coobreedan on November 12, 2011, 11:19:42 AM
The Jabberwocky is awesome.
I know it off by heart.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son.
The jaws that bite!
The claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious bandersnatch!
He took his vorpal sword in hand.
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
Then rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in though.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! one two! And through and through!
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead,
And with its head,
He went galumphing back.
And thou hast slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day!
Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe
I also love jaberwocky!It's so........Random!Another tonque twister:
From the depth of the dreamy decline of dawn
Through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine
Pallid and pink as the palm of the flag flower
That flickers with fear of the flies as they float.......
~from Nephelidiaby Algernon Charles Swinburne
theres this poem i made up for one of my friends whos dad died being ran over by a bus im not sure if I got it word for word though
A day will happen for eveyone
one person will sing and one hum
your world can change in the blink of an eye
like a bus driving into a person nearby
a day will happen for everyone
one person will dance and one hum
your world can change in the blink of an eye
like winning the lottery which makes you cry
a day will happen for everyone
yours will come someday so just hope and hum!
When I'm disappointed by something, I always say: "Aw, marshmallows!"
When I'm surprised by something, I always exclaim: "Extra-spicy hotsauce!"
When I'm bored or feeling like being weird, then I'll just randomly shout: "Puddleglum!"
When I'm excited, I shout: "Yippee-ki-yay!"
When something awesome or satisfactory has just happened, I exclaim: "Booyah!" Usually accompanied by a lot of fist-pumping.
Quote from: Nightfire on January 23, 2012, 09:59:09 PM
When something awesome or satisfactory has just happened, I exclaim: "Booyah!" Usually accompanied by a lot of fist-pumping.
yes i like saying booyah like Ron from Kim possible it is so much fun!!!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQSxNzVSqZQ&feature=player_detailpage (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQSxNzVSqZQ&feature=player_detailpage)
I love this rhyme/poem that I invented:
"O'er yon dale an' o'er yon hills,
Ah tra'el wherever mah free spirit wills.
Trekkin' through snow an' oft through hail,
There's nothing' so better as tae be ah red squirrel!
O'er fahr mountains an' through deep forests,
Ah journey far an' wide.
Trav'lin beside rivers an' through yon streams,
Trekkin' fore'er until thae day ah die!"
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Hard to type even!
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Love, love, looooove the Jabberwocky! ;D
I used to hear this in the choir room when I was in middle school:
What a to do to die today at a minute or two to two
A thing distinctly hard to say but harder still to do
For at twenty to two I'll beat a tattoo
With a rat-a-tat-tat-a-tat-tat-a-tattoo
And the dragon will come at the sound of a drum
At a minute or two to two today, a minute or two to two.
May not be exact, it's been a while. I always picture haremums teaching this to their leverets, haha.
It's cool. Reading it formed this catchy beat in my head, almost like a Native American rhyme.
The following is a poem I wrote in honor of several of my cousins, who are soldiers:
"American Soldier"
Strong, loyal, and true.
Brave, swift, protecting you.
Red, white, and blue as his standard,
He fights against evil and is our guard.
Protecting his country, shielding his home,
And rare is the comfort that he has known.
He gives his life so that we may live ours,
Bearing the signs of his courage in his heart, through his scars.
I love poetry. Here I go!
Over the mountain,
through the hills,
birds fly over them,
with their bills.
In the night,
still they fly,
so little of fright,
they go by.
Eagle's see far,
two miles away,
just a little mouse,
under eagle's prey.
The robin is red,
so bright and fine,
just like the Capitals,
on Caps Red Line.
So birds just fly,
far and wide,
filled with the thrill,
of joy and pride.
The Sparrow Queen,
goes above,
our little Abbey,
of peace and love.
Roses are red..
Violets are red.
Rocks are red.
Oh no, my garden is on fire!
Haha, good un'! Hilarious!!!!
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!
"You are old, Father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head—
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."
"You are old," said the youth, "As I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—
Pray, what is the reason of that?"
"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment—one shilling the box—
Allow me to sell you a couple?"
"You are old," said the youth, "And your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak—
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"
"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."
"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose—
What made you so awfully clever?"
"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father; "don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!"
is there a character limit? have i passed it if it exists?
Most Impressive! I'm taken aback at it! Did you make it up? But it's still no match for me. ;-)
I go through the woods,
familiar of the way,
something lurks in the ol woods,
a cawing mocking jay.
He screams and he screeches,
earslpitting cry,
I say it inevitabley it would make
some die.
I go through the woods,
not afraid of a bug,
something lurks in the ol woods,
behind me I felt a tug.
A spider, arachnid,
five hundred feet tall,
why it's eyes were like giant bowling balls.
I walk through the woods,
I hear a ,"Creeee.",
something lurks in the ol woods,
a crane eating a bee.
Crane fought and it cried,
but soon it was victor,
the giant bee dead,
the bee had never tasted nectar.
I run through the woods,
a little bit shaken,
something lurks in the ol woods,
but why do I smell bacon?
A little cottage,
at the end of the woods,
well I live there,
with lots o' Redwall's goods.
no i did not, they both come from Alice in wonderland.
Cool. I made the most recent one up.
REVIVE!! :D
I really like this poem, As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden. It may even by my favorite.
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
"Love has no ending.
"I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
"I'll love till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
"The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world."
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
"In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
"In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
Tomorrow or today.
"Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
"O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.
"The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the teacup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
"Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
"O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress;
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
"O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbor
With all your crooked heart."
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
My favourite poems are The Man in the Moon Stayed up too Late, Fastitacalon, The Stone Troll and The Hoard all by J.R.R. Tolkien
When the moon was new and the sun young
Of silver and gold the gods sung
In the green grass they silver spilled
And the white waters they with gold filled
Ere the pit was dug or hell yawned
Ere dwarf was bred or dragon spawned
There were elves of old and strong spells
Under green hills in hollow dells
They sang as they wrought many fair things
And the bright crowns of the elf kings
But their doom fell and their song waned
By iron hewn and by steel chained
Greed that sang not nor with mouth smiled
In dark holes their wealth piled
Graven silver and carven gold
Over elvenhome the shadow rolled
I won't put the whole poem because it is loooooooooooooooooong. Also I made up rythms for singing all of Tolkiens poems (because they are far too long to just be spoken) and surprisingly they actually work