Write a poem about the user above you.

Myclosetisfull, what a nice username!
And this thread is sure to bring him fame
For all the good members of EC
Will come to test their poetry
With careful words they'll craft with love
A quaint description of the person above.

So thank the Californian for making this thread,
I'm looking forward to some great literature ahead

 

Reciprocal, the name of something we wish we all could experience.
The dangers of lust that at times can cause us pain
The cycle of the memories that there is glue in ones memories
The daunting reality that not everyone's thought process is the same.
The words of others can mean so much
That it can scare each of us atleast once.
We speak our words to the one we adore
And find out the truth that they see one as a bore.
We grip their hand so tight and realize that the pain of holding us leaves one so sore.
The silence of words that once were said
Never can ever escape the mind inside my head.
I shall keep one in my life in dreams so clear
Even my last breath will remember the one who was once so dear.

 

Wolf 123 your previous poem was fantastic,
whereas mine has all the poetic strength of elastic.
At the very least I can admire your avatar werewolf,
I wish I knew what could rhyme for that- blairsulf?
You're catchline I find very funny too,
though I would be worried if it were true.
Not that I have any prejudice against werewolves,
it's more the teeth wanton to devour rhyming fools.
I'm beginning to hope you don't read this,
but if you do I realize it's style is maybe amiss-
But honestly it was intended only to be brief,
and probably not the best comic relief!

 

Galleygirl, at least you don`t sound like a valley girl, in the south is a mouse, tommyknockers are red, cornwall is blue, and I`ve never been good at rhyming, sliming? cringe away, but don`t go estray, its a ultra violet ray!

 

Oniisan, though your style is much to be admired, your rhyming leaves much to be desired- not that it’s required. For a poem doesn’t have to rhyme, you’ll see if you give it time, maybe one day your poems with be sublime.

 

Cis female.
Lesbian.
Update complete.

England.
Age 18.
Walks on two feet.

Sorry,
this poem was far from profound:
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