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"Lovely Bones" poem I wrote
This is a poem I wrote for the book "Lovely Bones" by Alice Sebold
First he took her innocence And then he took her life She was already dead inside Before she saw the knife He made her say "I love you" And she did so without hope She knew by now that she had Reached the end of her rope She was a lovely visitor When he took her to his house Hacked up little dead girls Do not often grouse He disposed of the body When the time was right No one would ever know What went down that night They only found an elbow The rest was all long gone They could not find it as they Searched from dusk to dawn Who knew an icicle could cause This murderer such strife? A falling mass of pendent ice Ended Mr. Harvey's life |
i dont think this is your special talent. i do think you like it and thats great. but i dont think your very good at it. i am not trying to discoarage you but I dont think you have the talent for writting poems. if you like it enough keep writting but if your just doing this to see if your good at poetry. I would suggest not. i write poetry my-self.
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that's disturbing but amusing as well
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I think that was really good. And entertaining.
Don't let kiarakiara's comment put you down because, 2 people and yourself think it was great. Besides, she has quite a few spelling and grammar errors so I'm kinda doubtful of her..yeah.. Could I read some of your other poems? I'm quite a fan of morbid poetry. I wrote one myself too for school. It's not the best, but it freaked my friends out, so I'm proud of it in anyway x'] |
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She Whispers Sweet Lies She whispers sweet lies Into his ear And he listens closely, On the verge of sleep "I wish you a night's peace," She whispers so sweet, Her voice like that of an Angel's The man nods his head So snug in his bed And listens without a doubt, For his sweet Angel's words Seemed to always ring true And never were they of deceit She brought him a cup, With water so pure As pure as she, he thought. "Close your eyes," she whispered again, "And I will protect you, my dear." She whispers sweet lies, Into his ear And he listens closely, So sure of her words She drops a pill into the cup, "Your medicine, my dear." She brings the cup up to his lips, Whispering once more. "I promise you, my sweet husband, Your medicine-it helps. Drink it down, and rest your head, Sleep shall soon come." She smiles sweetly, After whispering her sweet lies "And I promise you, My sweet husband, You shall not wake From any bad dreams." And for once, this woman This Angel of Deceit, Whispered something true. For the man would not wake From bad dreams, no, He would not wake at all. But before the man fell Into an eternity of sleep, She whispered one last sweet lie The grandest, sweetest lie of her life, "I love you, my dear husband, And I always will." |
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@Notsilveraura - I like your poem. I also like the fact that it almost reads like a plot summary for those who haven't read the book. ^^ |
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