The fur ball was rolling,
shining bright like an emerald stone.
Dropping through the air and bouncing off walls,
waiting to be thrown.
It wants what it is already doing,
so I picked it up again, and threw it at a friend.
A loud thud rang across the room and like a record player looping,
the fur ball was rolling,
shining bright like an emerald stone.
The poem was written with us taking turns writing each line. I think it's kinda interesting
What do you think of it and what would you name it (I like to have other people name my poems lol)
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Oh yeah, and for those who don't get it (I think it's kinda obvious but just to be sure) it's about a person throwing a tennis ball at his friend.
shining bright like an emerald stone.
Dropping through the air and bouncing off walls,
waiting to be thrown.
It wants what it is already doing,
so I picked it up again, and threw it at a friend.
A loud thud rang across the room and like a record player looping,
the fur ball was rolling,
shining bright like an emerald stone.
The poem was written with us taking turns writing each line. I think it's kinda interesting
What do you think of it and what would you name it (I like to have other people name my poems lol)---------- Post added at 01:15 PM ---------- Previous post was at 01:14 PM ----------
Oh yeah, and for those who don't get it (I think it's kinda obvious but just to be sure) it's about a person throwing a tennis ball at his friend.
"If you're sick of evil knocking on your door, throw up the love sign once and forever more"
