Take this sentence and turn it into a poem.
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She stands still
inhale, exhale.
hands shaking.
The audience speechless,
no words can explain.
She gives a small smile,
the oxblood curtains fall
and in the seat,
number eleven it was,
the dark cloud that watched her
the raindrops began to leak
and the storm began to stir
He announced his secret to a room of strangers.
inhale, exhale.
hands shaking.
The audience speechless,
no words can explain.
She gives a small smile,
the oxblood curtains fall
and in the seat,
number eleven it was,
the dark cloud that watched her
the raindrops began to leak
and the storm began to stir
He announced his secret to a room of strangers.
I am Fruitninja
My goal is to wreck ya.
I'll announce your whole plan
To the Machiavelli clan.
You thought you'd catch the enemy.
But then you all got screwed by me.
(Sorry, Fruit, but I couldn't resist the urge to write a poem about your blunder x3)
My goal is to wreck ya.
I'll announce your whole plan
To the Machiavelli clan.
You thought you'd catch the enemy.
But then you all got screwed by me.
(Sorry, Fruit, but I couldn't resist the urge to write a poem about your blunder x3)
It takes one to know one.
He stood right near.
This was not so mere.
I covered my nose
Cause he smells like toes.
I told him "go get a shower".
As I fled to the exit,
I open the door.
I run out in relief from the odor.
"He really smells".
Join the dark side.
This was not so mere.
I covered my nose
Cause he smells like toes.
I told him "go get a shower".
As I fled to the exit,
I open the door.
I run out in relief from the odor.
"He really smells".
Join the dark side.
I'm so very tired
My world is quite bleary
My brain is unwired
My gaze is quite leery
I'm floating away
sinking down into the surface
My choices, my day
Are losing their purpose
I find my world to be dim and waning
Off into the distance I continue gazing
Until comes the moment whereupon I shall
Fall back to slumber
and descend into nightmarish hell
My world is quite bleary
My brain is unwired
My gaze is quite leery
I'm floating away
sinking down into the surface
My choices, my day
Are losing their purpose
I find my world to be dim and waning
Off into the distance I continue gazing
Until comes the moment whereupon I shall
Fall back to slumber
and descend into nightmarish hell
I say I say; How was your day?
As I return home from a day of work and plunder
Hiding away from the roar of thunder
I am greeted by a sight quite delightful
The ones I love; my laughter and madness
The ones I go to in times of sadness
Awaiting before me upon the screen
"How was your day."
"Hello"
"How are you"
The only ones that will never leave.
(I love blocktopia ok your all wonderful ily)
(ALSO I'M NOT POETIC OK)
"Where are my potatoes?"
Hiding away from the roar of thunder
I am greeted by a sight quite delightful
The ones I love; my laughter and madness
The ones I go to in times of sadness
Awaiting before me upon the screen
"How was your day."
"Hello"
"How are you"
The only ones that will never leave.
(I love blocktopia ok your all wonderful ily)
(ALSO I'M NOT POETIC OK)
"Where are my potatoes?"
Silken icing,
mouth watering base.
These are the words to describe my cupcake.
Chocolate taste,
oh what a waste
Through the night comes my foe
creeping, crawling, keeping low.
Jingle jingle,
the sound of evil.
Golden crust, steaming contents.
Red, white, oh such spite.
Gentle sounds of chewing as my pride,
my joy, is consumed.
It's killer vanished into the night
and now I will never know,
oh, I will never know
who was my horrid foe.
"Who stole my googly-eyed sock called Bob?!"
mouth watering base.
These are the words to describe my cupcake.
Chocolate taste,
oh what a waste
Through the night comes my foe
creeping, crawling, keeping low.
Jingle jingle,
the sound of evil.
Golden crust, steaming contents.
Red, white, oh such spite.
Gentle sounds of chewing as my pride,
my joy, is consumed.
It's killer vanished into the night
and now I will never know,
oh, I will never know
who was my horrid foe.
"Who stole my googly-eyed sock called Bob?!"
Shooting, Making.
Rooting for your team, Shaking as the monster nears.
Diving into a fantasy land, oh it sure is grand,
For he claimed "Video games are awesome!"
New sentence : Do sheep require batteries?
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Ugh, I'm carrying this load of freight,
But she says we're doing great.
It seems like I'm writing every other poem.
I'll right another! That's show 'em.
Hey, that wasn't part of the deal!
#Trending here, #Trending there
Hashtag here, hashtag there
What ever happened to the days before
The sharp, the pound and the damned number sign
Have the days gone by, cause I don't even know
What the heck is a darn hashtag
#Hashtag
Hashtag here, hashtag there
What ever happened to the days before
The sharp, the pound and the damned number sign
Have the days gone by, cause I don't even know
What the heck is a darn hashtag
#Hashtag
Why am I even playing Minecraft?