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Jan 04, 2014 07:29PM
Hello! I will try to write anything about Doctor Who, cats, and anything else. But beware I am not that great a t writing. So please please please if you any way I could make my writing better I will accept!
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I love Doctor Who and I'm sure your not that bad at writing!
Ok here goes my first poem about Doctor WhoRunning while in a different planet
May be attacked or trapped in a net
but the Doctor and Amy aren't scared
But they just walk back to the Tardis
And fly back without a doubt.
It doesn't rhyme but poems don't have to rhyme do they?
Ok one about summer.Sun blazing up in the sky
The sun that will never fail or die
It may scorch the ground
Or save the plants abound
But the sun always saves
When the rain puts us in graves
Here is a story I wrote. https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/... Four girls go out the save a planet, they come back and save their own planet. Now they have a new mission. To go find a life, oh and where DarkBlood Ember lives.
And another one https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/... Three friends go to a haunted house. But one of them gets taken and they can't get her back.
Your poem is good! :)
Never seen Doctor Who...-hides- don'tkillme
Don't I won't kill until someone starts insulting
Haha, that sounds sounds so funny.I won't kill, unless...
Winter The snow glistening in the sun
Will never melt until the spring come
So cold it is until it dies
When the sun come back to rise
Winter has a grab on my heart
You can make beautiful art
Or just play to your hearts desire
That is why winter is all I require
A simple Haiku on my kittyMy beautiful cat
All black but a heart so wide
Tobie, I love you
@ali- I've never seen Doctor Who either;)
Day of the DoctorThe three doctors
Here to stand
11's two predecessor's
Here with him
To fight the Zygon's
And save the earth
In the midst they save Gallifrey
To help the Timelord's
And kill the Dalek's
They froze it
In a painting
And the 3 Doctor's
Save the day
DoomsdayRose Tyler was my friend
She was my favorite
But sometimes things end
The void opened up
Taking things from everyone
Including our Rose
Her dad, Pete, came to save that one
But she got trapped in the parallel world
And the Doctor was heartbroken
He tried to tell her
What he has always spoken
But he faded before he got to
And he stood there sobbing
Thanks! And FYI all my poems will be based on one episode.
Amelia PondShe was the girl who waited
She thought of him as an imaginary friend
Her raggedy man, fish fingers and custard he ate
She would wait twelve years or until the end
Quite the time they had
Running, crying, and even just sitting
Then Rory came and changed her life
Then he kept dying but she never quit
She ran away with Rory and the Doctor
Never wanting to stop
Until the day came where he lost her
She wrote a book to tell him farewell
And The Doctor, he ran back to her so he would never lose her
Gymnastics. I am writing this poem since I am actually a level 7 gymnast.Sometimes gymnastics can be breathtaking
You can defy gravity
You can have incredible strength to do anything
Ad honestly its kind of hard to keep your sanity
Gymnastics is probably the toughest sport
You can't just have physical strength never,
But you need mental strength
And that can make you go forever
And a lot out of your comfort zone
For me bars is the hardest
Since I might not have enough muscle
I do giants and clear hips
Clear hips has caused me the most trouble
For either I am not tight, or I'm not falling back
Floor is my favorite
Since I can defy gravity the most
It just feels so awesome when I'm up in the air
Flipping around sometimes I feel as light as a ghost
It just so exhilarating
But it is probably the most exhausting event
For you run around flipping and dancing
It's almost always, 97 percent
I leave the floor about to collapse
But that's the beauty of this sport
You can't ever give up
Or you might as well quit
But I won't ever lose what I develop
I won't ever quit until something tells me to
I love this sport and I will never stop
Thanks! I am actually doing this poem for a contest
I've always wanted to be a gymnast when I was younger, but I never got the chance to and now I'm a little too old to start, I think.
Yah I started when I was 8 and that was late to be a rly high level gymnast. :) You have to start when you are like 6 or 7
SchoolI think school is not fun
You learn things
and you just keep learning
All it brings
is misery and boring stuff
But some people think its fun
They love learning
and they just run
through all the learning
A/N I know this poem kinda sucked but I had fun writing it on all the stress I am going through with the end of the semester...
Lol I know...
I kinda want to write another poem... What should it be about?
I LOVE YOUR INSPIRATION!!! I should...
Lol and btw the love your inspiration was sarcasm but its kinda hard to tell over comp.
RainRain that pours down
It washes away pain
It can bring some to sleep
Or it can just be rain
For some it brings sorrow
Everyone has those days
Sometimes it brings great joy
And it brings a great blaze
Right through our hearts
We all need rain though
Even if it brings pain or joy
It makes us what we are
When we want to destroy
Or when we just want to be happy
We just want it all to be gone
So when we see it rain
Don't think it brings tears
But think of it washing away
What has been done to you all these years
Thanks!! I took Kaylas suggestion for subjects for poems and it brought me a great idea.
NightThe everlasting darkness
That hides the sun
And brings out the moon
And all that is done
is done in the dark
The moonlight covers the ground
Giving just a little light
To let us know that we are not alone
So that we can see just right
I love to be in the dark
The moon giving me hope
That light is not to be lost
Telling me to not mope
And some people can't stand it
Being alone in the in the dark night
They lose sight of the light
They hold tight to the fight
And they shouldn't get down
All they need is the hope that is to come
We all need to dark to sleep
Or to play for some
Don't lose hope when in the dark
Just know that light is coming
and when the dawn shows it's rays
Just know that night helps with all forthcoming
Here is the first chatper of my fanfiction of Wholock!!I woke with a jolt. What's that noise? I thought, hearing a groaning sound. I shook my head dismissing it. I got out of bed and quickly got dressed and ran out the door grabbing my purse. I drove for about 5 minutes when I saw a strange blue box sitting on a street corner.
"Weird," I murmured out loud and stopped the car. I jumped out leaving everything but my phone. I slowly approached the box. What in the world? I opened the door and stumbled backward when I saw what's inside.
"Oh dear lord," I gasped and started running. I looked back to see a strange man stepping out with sticking up hair in a tight blue suit.
"Wait up!" he called and started running towards me.
"Why?" I called laughing slightly while still running.
"Please?" he asked laughing with me.
"Okay fine," I said halting to a stop and waited for him to catch up, "Who are you anyways?"
"I'm the Doctor," he stated matter-of-factly.
"Doctor Who?" I said looking at him with confusion.
"Just the Doctor," he said looking her in the eye.
"Just the Doctor,"
"Yup. Now who are you?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'm Lila Valt," I said glancing down at the ground.
"Well hello Lila! So what were you doing looking inside my Tardis?" The Doctor asked slipping his hands into his pockets.
"Well. I woke up to a strange noise so I was already curious. And then as I was driving to the library I saw the blue box on the street corner and thought 'Well that's weird. Police Boxes went out of business sometime in the 1960's.' So I went to check it out," I explained biting my lip, "And what's a Tar..dis?" I continued trying to remember the word the strange man said.
"It's my time machine. I can travel through all of space and time through those doors," he smiled, "Why don't you come with me?"
"What. In there?" I said staring at him with doubt, "No way. I saw what's in there. No way."
"What?" he said with a despondent face, "Why not?"
"I mean. Wouldn't it be cramped?" I said staring at him, "And I still can't comprehend what I saw in that box."
"Well. You'll get used to it," he said and grabbed my hand, "Come on," he nodded towards his box smiling and started to drag me over to the 'Tardis'
"Wait!" A deep voice sounded behind us, "Doctor wait!" I spun around and saw a dark curly haired guy with stunning cheekbones running towards us with his coat flapping behind him.
"Who's he?" I whispered to the Doctor.
"An old friend," he whispered back, "What is it, Sherlock?" he said speaking up.
"Wait. Sherlock? The guy with the funny hat? You have got to be joking," I said staring at him with awe, I can't believe I didn't recognize him, I thought, still staring at Sherlock.
"I need your help," Sherlock said panting slightly as he reached us.
"Really? You. Need our help?" the Doctor stared at Sherlock with surprise, "What would you need help with? The great Sherlock Holmes?"
"I need your help finding John," Sherlock explained.
"But..." I winced as Sherlock and the Doctor stared at me, "you're Sherlock? Can't you just find him yourself?"
"I would but I've looked everywhere. Following every lead. And I just can't seem to find him. And these statues the-"
"Wait," the Doctor interrupted Sherlock getting a sudden look of fear in his eyes, "Did you say statues?"
"Yah. They moved," Sherlock said staring confused with the look of fear on the Doctor's face.
"The weeping angels," the Doctor whispered just loud enough for the both of them to hear, "and I have a feeling I know where he could've gone."
you know, if I watched Doctor Who I would probably understand what you wrote and say it was awesome. Herbert, I do not really understand.BUUUUT, the writing itself is really good:)
This is great! I'm going to read the rest of it now
