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Death- A poem by Luke Poulton.
I take your hand you take mine.
As I lie there slowly difting away.
My life slows down.
I breath slowly.
My heart beats slowly.
Then time stops.
I take my hand away from your hand.
And I die.
Goodbye Cruel world Goodbye.
I must Die.
Now I am dead you saw my death.
Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye.
I take your hand you take mine.
As I lie there slowly difting away.
My life slows down.
I breath slowly.
My heart beats slowly.
Then time stops.
I take my hand away from your hand.
And I die.
Goodbye Cruel world Goodbye.
I must Die.
Now I am dead you saw my death.
Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye.
JFH wrote:
> Reading this reminded me of a poem I did in Year 7 and lucky for you I
> still have the floppy disk with it on so here it is:
>
> The Next Train To Hell
>
> Death may collect you today or tomorrow,
> In a month or a year,
> To take you to the land of sorrow.
> You shall be nothing,
> For you shall be gone.
> You will be forgotten,
> Remembered by none.
> Climb aboard the Satan Express,
> For hell is to be your new address.
>
> There you go crossbob, now your poem doesn't seem so crap.
Very good!
> Reading this reminded me of a poem I did in Year 7 and lucky for you I
> still have the floppy disk with it on so here it is:
>
> The Next Train To Hell
>
> Death may collect you today or tomorrow,
> In a month or a year,
> To take you to the land of sorrow.
> You shall be nothing,
> For you shall be gone.
> You will be forgotten,
> Remembered by none.
> Climb aboard the Satan Express,
> For hell is to be your new address.
>
> There you go crossbob, now your poem doesn't seem so crap.
Very good!
Wow that was really and good!
Reading this reminded me of a poem I did in Year 7 and lucky for you I still have the floppy disk with it on so here it is:
The Next Train To Hell
Death may collect you today or tomorrow,
In a month or a year,
To take you to the land of sorrow.
You shall be nothing,
For you shall be gone.
You will be forgotten,
Remembered by none.
Climb aboard the Satan Express,
For hell is to be your new address.
There you go crossbob, now your poem doesn't seem so crap.
The Next Train To Hell
Death may collect you today or tomorrow,
In a month or a year,
To take you to the land of sorrow.
You shall be nothing,
For you shall be gone.
You will be forgotten,
Remembered by none.
Climb aboard the Satan Express,
For hell is to be your new address.
There you go crossbob, now your poem doesn't seem so crap.
The line "I must Die" killed me. I've never enjoyed a line more.
you know that literature has more to it than "this happens then this then this then this the end".
Shut up just felt like doing a poem about death!
C®ø§$ Bób wrote:
> I must Die.
agreed
> I must Die.
agreed
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Death- A poem by Luke Poulton.
I take your hand you take mine.
As I lie there slowly difting away.
My life slows down.
I breath slowly.
My heart beats slowly.
Then time stops.
I take my hand away from your hand.
And I die.
Goodbye Cruel world Goodbye.
I must Die.
Now I am dead you saw my death.
Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye.
I take your hand you take mine.
As I lie there slowly difting away.
My life slows down.
I breath slowly.
My heart beats slowly.
Then time stops.
I take my hand away from your hand.
And I die.
Goodbye Cruel world Goodbye.
I must Die.
Now I am dead you saw my death.
Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye.