NUOTAIKINGAS ANGLIŠKAS EILĖRAŠTIS.

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Sveiki , reiktu nuotaikingo , linksmo , angliško eilėraščio maždaug 4stulpelių .

Gražiausiam 300FLT:)

Būtina pateikti šianden iki 21:00H

[.lukonic`]

Roses are tits

Violets are tit

I like tits

tits

Roses are brown

Violets are brown

Who the fuck

Shited in my garden?

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I thought I was ugly

But then I met you

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I wasn`t used to make poems

Tree

Tikiuosi patiko :DDD

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Man reikia normalaus , lukonic tavo netinka "PAPILDAU" Cenzūros Reikia.

[STEAM žaidimai]

lukonic is kid

He likes a dick

So big big big dick

Like black nigga dick.

[STERLING]

lukonic is kid

He likes a dick

So big big big dick

Like black nigga dick.

+10 ;DD

[.lukonic`]

lukonic is kid

He likes a dick

So big big big dick

Like black nigga dick.

Kas galvoj, tas burnoj

[STERLING]

lukonic is kid

He likes a dick

So big big big dick

Like black nigga dick.

Kas galvoj, tas burnoj

+20:D

[STEAM žaidimai]

lukonic is kid

He likes a dick

So big big big dick

Like black nigga dick.

Kas galvoj, tas burnoj

Tik nereikia pradėti mėtytis "aukštom frazėm" ir savo gyvenimo patirtimi, aš nieko nenorėjau įžeist, tiesiog parodžiau kaip yra kuriami eilėraščiai su rimu.

[Divito]

lukonic is kid

He likes a dick

So big big big dick

Like black nigga dick.

Čia geras + 10 :DDDD

[ArnolD.]

Teddy doesnt talk to her 

A lonely girl 
Sitting in her corner 
Teddy doesnt talk to her 
But it's getting older... 

He doesnt talk to her for a long time 
"What happened teddy? Are you still mine?" 
She whispers through tears 
Solitude is what she fears 

Mommy is screaming 
Father is bleeding 
Everyone looks insane.. 
Is that why teddy's not the same? 

The girl is so lonely 
She lost her only friend.. 
But very soonly 
She will get a present... 

The dark shadows 
Are scaring the child 
They look like sorrows 
That are going wild.... 

Blinded by tears 
No one cares... 
Teddy abonded her.. 
Why aren't they together? 

The sadness slowly changes 
In to insane madness 
This is not they type that fades 
Will the girl be saved? 

Mommy is screaming 
Daddy is bleeding 
the girls starts to pull her hair 
Her life is just unfair.... 

Everyone left her 
Teddy doesnt talk to her.. 
She doesn't want to be like this forever... 
This solitude is like a fever 

First, daddy got drunk 
Then mommy with her crazy thoughts 
Teddy stoped talking... 
"And I'm getting frightening...." 

Isn't anyone going to help her? 
Oh, please the Higher Sir 
Save her from this life.. 
The pain stabs her more then knifes 

He answerd her call.. 
That night Daddy came... 
The girl feels so small... 
Why is he with a cane? 

She felt the pain hidden in her outside 
Though couldn't see in any sight 
"Night night Princess" 
Teddy said in whispers....

Yellow Eyes
Joan L. Van Vels

We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.

Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.

Amber Eyes
Rebecca Dupuis


With amber eyes
he watches.
Over his pack,
his family.
Strong together
as they hunt
for survival.

With angry eyes
he sees.
Fences across land,
men with guns,
and a thrill.
He only kills
to survive.

With sad eyes
he looks.
At sharp traps,
the soft furs
of his pups.
They didn't run
to survive.

So he asks,
why did he
survive?

Silent Paws
Gerri K. McCann



Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.

But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.

For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.

What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?

The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.

The Cry

Karen Evans

He stands alone at the top of the hill

And sings his mournful cry,

His mate and cubs are missing

He's not certain why.

He had been out hunting

Was gone for only a day,

And hurried back with empty jaws

So scarce now was their prey.

He wasn't gone long

Eager to get home,

But the den was cold and empty

And he sensed something was wrong.

The smell of man was everywhere

With footprints in the dirt,

And blood shed from his family

He knew they had been hurt.

He sat and waited day by day

With hopes they would return,

There wasn't much he could do

Except quietly sit and yearn.

Why would man come all this way

To hunt and shoot them down,

To interrupt their quiet lives

When no harm had been done?

Their territory plainly marked

And not once did they stray,

For they would rather starve to death

Than to get in man's way.

The smell of chickens, cows and sheep

Were so tempting at times,

But instincts warned not to hunt them

Or they would lose their lives.

And so they lived a quiet life

Existing on small game,

Careful it was only wildlife

And nothing man had tamed.

So he could find no reason

For the blood shed on that day,

So peacefully they lived here

So far out of man's way.

Maybe they'd be coming back

His cubbies and his mate,

Wolves are mated once for life

So he would sit and wait.

That was many moons ago

And they have not come back,

But he will not stop hoping

For the reunion of his pack.

He now knows men are murderers

But still does not know why,

And every night he climbs his hill

And sings his mournful cry.

The Last Wolf
Mary TallMountain

The last wolf hurried toward me
through the ruined city
and I heard his baying echoes
down the steep smashed warrens
of Montgomery Street and past
the ruby-crowned highrises
left standing
their lighted elevators useless

Passing the flicking red and green
of traffic signals
baying his way eastward
in the mystery of his wild loping gait
closer the sounds in the deadly night
through clutter and rubble of quiet blocks
I hear his voice ascending the hill
and at last his low whine as he came
floor by empty floor to the room
where I sat
in my narrow bed looking west, waiting
I heard him snuffle at the door and
I watched

He trotted across the floor
he laid his long gray muzzle
on the spare white spread
and his eyes burned yellow
his small dotted eyebrows quivered

Yes, I said.
I know what they have done.

Light

John Milton

Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,

And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou

Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain

To find thy piercing ray, and fond no dawn;

So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs,

Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more

Cease I to wander where the muses haunt

Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,

Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief

Thee sion and the flowrie brooks beneath

That wash thy hallowd feet , and warbling flow,

Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget

Those other two equal’d with them in renown.

Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides,

And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old.

Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move

Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird

Šiektiek radau

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Teddy doesnt talk to her 

A lonely girl 
Sitting in her corner 
Teddy doesnt talk to her 
But it's getting older... 

He doesnt talk to her for a long time 
"What happened teddy? Are you still mine?" 
She whispers through tears 
Solitude is what she fears 

Mommy is screaming 
Father is bleeding 
Everyone looks insane.. 
Is that why teddy's not the same? 

The girl is so lonely 
She lost her only friend.. 
But very soonly 
She will get a present... 

The dark shadows 
Are scaring the child 
They look like sorrows 
That are going wild.... 

Blinded by tears 
No one cares... 
Teddy abonded her.. 
Why aren't they together? 

The sadness slowly changes 
In to insane madness 
This is not they type that fades 
Will the girl be saved? 

Mommy is screaming 
Daddy is bleeding 
the girls starts to pull her hair 
Her life is just unfair.... 

Everyone left her 
Teddy doesnt talk to her.. 
She doesn't want to be like this forever... 
This solitude is like a fever 

First, daddy got drunk 
Then mommy with her crazy thoughts 
Teddy stoped talking... 
"And I'm getting frightening...." 

Isn't anyone going to help her? 
Oh, please the Higher Sir 
Save her from this life.. 
The pain stabs her more then knifes 

He answerd her call.. 
That night Daddy came... 
The girl feels so small... 
Why is he with a cane? 

She felt the pain hidden in her outside 
Though couldn't see in any sight 
"Night night Princess" 
Teddy said in whispers....

Yellow Eyes
Joan L. Van Vels

We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.

Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.

Amber Eyes
Rebecca Dupuis


With amber eyes
he watches.
Over his pack,
his family.
Strong together
as they hunt
for survival.

With angry eyes
he sees.
Fences across land,
men with guns,
and a thrill.
He only kills
to survive.

With sad eyes
he looks.
At sharp traps,
the soft furs
of his pups.
They didn't run
to survive.

So he asks,
why did he
survive?

Silent Paws
Gerri K. McCann



Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.

But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.

For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.

What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?

The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.

The Cry

Karen Evans

He stands alone at the top of the hill

And sings his mournful cry,

His mate and cubs are missing

He's not certain why.

He had been out hunting

Was gone for only a day,

And hurried back with empty jaws

So scarce now was their prey.

He wasn't gone long

Eager to get home,

But the den was cold and empty

And he sensed something was wrong.

The smell of man was everywhere

With footprints in the dirt,

And blood shed from his family

He knew they had been hurt.

He sat and waited day by day

With hopes they would return,

There wasn't much he could do

Except quietly sit and yearn.

Why would man come all this way

To hunt and shoot them down,

To interrupt their quiet lives

When no harm had been done?

Their territory plainly marked

And not once did they stray,

For they would rather starve to death

Than to get in man's way.

The smell of chickens, cows and sheep

Were so tempting at times,

But instincts warned not to hunt them

Or they would lose their lives.

And so they lived a quiet life

Existing on small game,

Careful it was only wildlife

And nothing man had tamed.

So he could find no reason

For the blood shed on that day,

So peacefully they lived here

So far out of man's way.

Maybe they'd be coming back

His cubbies and his mate,

Wolves are mated once for life

So he would sit and wait.

That was many moons ago

And they have not come back,

But he will not stop hoping

For the reunion of his pack.

He now knows men are murderers

But still does not know why,

And every night he climbs his hill

And sings his mournful cry.

The Last Wolf
Mary TallMountain

The last wolf hurried toward me
through the ruined city
and I heard his baying echoes
down the steep smashed warrens
of Montgomery Street and past
the ruby-crowned highrises
left standing
their lighted elevators useless

Passing the flicking red and green
of traffic signals
baying his way eastward
in the mystery of his wild loping gait
closer the sounds in the deadly night
through clutter and rubble of quiet blocks
I hear his voice ascending the hill
and at last his low whine as he came
floor by empty floor to the room
where I sat
in my narrow bed looking west, waiting
I heard him snuffle at the door and
I watched

He trotted across the floor
he laid his long gray muzzle
on the spare white spread
and his eyes burned yellow
his small dotted eyebrows quivered

Yes, I said.
I know what they have done.

Light

John Milton

Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,

And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou

Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain

To find thy piercing ray, and fond no dawn;

So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs,

Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more

Cease I to wander where the muses haunt

Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,

Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief

Thee sion and the flowrie brooks beneath

That wash thy hallowd feet , and warbling flow,

Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget

Those other two equal’d with them in renown.

Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides,

And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old.

Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move

Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird

Šiektiek radau

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