Salem

Roses are red,
Violet are blue.
Salem's a game,
But is got no fame.

CONTINUE THE POEMS PLZ

Smooth stone, smooth stone,
from you i only require,
Since i am so alone,
please do inspire...

Knows no homestead,
the indian arrowhead.
And for the indian feather,
the only certainty,... it is the weather!

Splashing the water...
Searching the clay...
Beautiful seashells...
In my wet hands lay...

Singing.., singing old log...
Sing to me!...
So that even in the fog,...
...i can be...

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...i wander...
...through the autumns...
...a dry branch cracks, beneath my feet...
...beneath my feet...the forest breaths.., ...its' sound.., Oh!, does it appetize!...with it my breath i synchronize...
...beneath your feet...the forest breaths.., ...its' sound.., Oh.., does it appetize?...with it your breath you synchronize?...
...a dry branch cracks, beneath your feet...
...through the autumns...
...you wander...
...i wonder...

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Flee!, flee as the opportunity strikes,
Dodge, between the spikes!
...'til oppression no longer see...
Let me be!...
...where the tendrils cannot reach.
...beyond the wall they can't breach:

...the sea...

...between me and the corrupted land,
a free flow does now stand!

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it has been a pleasure,
moss

Roses are a sold by Romanians,
Violets are a sort of pinkie colour,
Salem ruined brain,
your ma's a bleedin tank

Khaz can't aim,
Mereni too,
Darnokpl's brain is lame,
And PeePoo is a jew

Darnokpl once saw a man
While exploring in a foreign land
He stomped every which way
The man said "lolk"
And darnokpl was never seen from again

Nice one Moss.

Glad you enjoyed it, will edit some more into the post as the flow goes by

moss

Wandering lonely as a cloud,
Amongst the Autumn grass,
I try to ignore its whispering song,
But alas I cannot pass.

I have so many fields to sow,
And each needs yellow straw,
So Autumn grass, although I resist,
My fields cry more! more! more!

I try to walk down to the beach,
Or wander the forest drear,
But the siren call of Autumn grass,
Is all I ever hear!

So stumps you go unlooked in,
Mushrooms stay unplucked,
Cos Autumn grass is all I see,
I guess my game is f@*!&d.

Poems are drab
You're an effin slag
UncleSeanos the best
go ***** yourself

Vigilance 4 Poet Master General

Walking, in the days before shoes
Causing me blues
Move so slow
makes me want to go
to another game that isn't so dull

Cliffs even worse
The contents of my puse
for a goddamn horse