a poem my cuz wrote. preformed by me

This Is the End - A Poem by SpikeWolf
Preformed by Mark Strange ( thats me)
Note: The preformed poem has been modified from its original text

A spoof on Edgar Allan Poe's poem, The Raven: Abort? Retry? Ignore? by Anita Sands Hernandez.

poem

An attempt to bring higher culture to Livevideo

a love poem...

video put together for Hon 322L

Halloween Poem 1986 - 6th grade

IF...., poem by Kipling

poem

Kipling poem once voted Britain's favourite in a national poll

Hmmm

one day i may explain what it means, but not today

Poem I wrote today.

yuck yuck

COMEDY POEM

a bit of an angry poem

as the title say's

i read a poem i wrote.

does it look like i have a mustache when my lip curls? do i pronounce capriole and entrechat correctly? funny that i'm not sure, isn't it?

a haiku; a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables

We were assigned to do a "Walking Poem". It was nearing the end of Senior year, and we were on our way to Spring Awakening. We were delaying actually writing it, so we documented a video of   more...us making one up. It's a load of crap, then again, what's new?  less

a poem thing i wrote sorry it is not so happy and jolly as normal for me...but i really wanted to make a vid about so i did xxxx i hope you enjoy it anyways xxxx

"Mother's Eye" is another poem from my chapbook "Domestic Disturbance". The poem is an imitation of Lawrence Ferlinghetti's "The poet's eye obscenely seeing": http://www.bridge-press.com/sub_broadCONEYISLAND.html
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Happy Mother's Day.
EDIT: SOME PEOPLE MIGHT NOT UNDERSTAND THE LAYERS I INTENDED, THAT IS OKAY. IT WAS MY POEM, IT IS YOURS NOW.  less

Le ballon


Seuil, amer ventre qui nourrit la chair, le silence amputé de l’ombre ne laisse aucun reflet s’étendre sur la surface du miroir, là, où la silhouette du mort traverse les   more...espaces engourdis, à la charnière de nos deux corps les nerfs tendus se disloquent et le crâne vissé au cou se détache comme un ballon pour s’élever dans l’espace vide où se construit son seul mouvement, sans couleur et sans bruit, comme un rêve qui, muettement, s’attacherait à sa destruction.  less