Like myths, some poetry is in story form. Yeah it's gonna suck cuz I have no idea how to do this. If you thought I knew what I was doing, here's a question: Who the hippo told you that?
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The daughter of a lord and his wife
She and her siblings had everything
What they did not have, they could get without a thought
She was selfish
Greedy
and Spoiled
Spoiled rotten she was
Yet they loved the fair maiden
For she was as beautiful as beauty goes
Suitors far and wide
Came to recieve her hand
Yet the young lady wouldn't look at a single one
The old lord began to worry his daughter
Would stay single forever
At long last came a time
Yet the miss fell in love
A dashing young man, a no better match
For the beloved girl
And he loved her too
Or so it seemed
But youth is fresh
with hormones a blooming
Changing emotions here and there
Constantly going from one to another
Alas, the lad didn't seem to love this lass for long
His eyes seemed attracted to quite another
Another girl, merely half as beautiful
Of the maiden we speak of now
A peasant girl
What luck
This girl
This ugly, bland girl
Loved our young man here as well
The lord freaked of what he were to do
For emotions were not a matter
His money could maintain.
But he needn't have worried
His daughter had plenty of her own tricks
Kindness, Friendship, Trust
Promises, Secrets, Laughs
A peasant girl would gladly become a friend of the lord's daughter
But a true friendship is hard to find.
This poor, ugly girl told the dashing boy to go
Love the lord's daughter
For she held more pleasure he could ever recieve from a peasant
That boy's a fool
A fool he was
But he was young as well
WIth plenty of time to make things right.
The pesant grieved
Having lost her love
Without a single thanks
From her so-called friend
The lord did not know
A single bit of his daughter's cruelty
He prepared for the marriage
Of this lad and lass
But the lass had long ago lost her interest
"I'm sorry dear sir, but my feelings are no longer so, I'll leave you for another man, with more in his future," she told the boy.
Broken and confused ended this first romance.
On and on this pattern went
Loving one, leaving another
Creating friendships
Creating grand betrayals.
In the end
This beautiful maiden did not become betrothed
To one man or another
On her death all she left
Were broken hearts and weeping souls
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BWAHAHAHAHA so how was it? You like? I didn't work that hard. But yeah.... This is based on a real story. That I took no point in beside watching at the sides. Hope you enjoyed!
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Poems of Pain
PoetryWhen I feel like crap, when I feel extremely happy, when I feel pissed off- I write a poem. I pour my emotions into my poems and this is a collection of some of them. Oh yeah, and my friend's poems too. Maybe y'all can relate to a few?
