Funny poems


Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
You should know what you are
And once you know what you are
Mental hospital is not so far

The rain makes all things beautiful
The grass and flowers too
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn't it rain on you?

Roses are red, violets are blue
Monkeys like you should be kept in zoo
don't feel so angry you will find
me there
too

a special day


A special day
he called me exactly at 12 o’clock
he told me happy birthday my queen
I couldn’t control myself
I laughed so loud and I couldn’t stop
he kind of shocked, he didn’t talk at all
he thought he would be the first one to tell me that word
the first to beloved
the first to be remembered at all times
he built his dreams on that call
and by my laughing I destroyed them all
oh baby I’m sorry
but today is not my special day
if u just wait two days
you was going to make it right
but it’s actually all right
it is enough that u thought in me
it is enough that u called me
he laughed too after he heard me
and he told me to wait his call exactly after two days in the same time
and I’m waiting
for it darling

lunar moon


from all the days...
this day
from all the nights
the night of clear sky...
a night of the lunar moon
walking by the shore
i look down at the sand
grasp it with my hand
the day, the night, the sea..
and the sand i hold
all know what i feel
soar of lost love...
that same hand
to hold the sand
pass it to you..
that sand belongs
to the sea,as
i belong to you

a remaining memory
of my love for you

قصة من أيام شخص

Some day I weak up at morning and I can’t feel him.
I look every where and I don’t find him.
I ask every one about him no one known him.
I set in my shier and think where I lost him.
I start to cry, I feel so bad my life is finish.
I lost my personally, he is know me he life’s whit me.
If I lose him, I will disappear. I am nothing whiteout him.
Some voice in my head tell me don’t give up… don’t cry.
You make him not he makes you. He is can’t disappear from your life.
Believe him, and your life’s become perfect.
If you do that, you can find him. That is the idea.
Your mind turns right, lift, up and down. What she is talk about?
Who is disappearing? What is she lost?
Don’t think too mush! It is simple.
I tell you what it is … I tell you what I lost…
I lost my dream… In which way we lose dream? That is simple thing...
The people who are not believe in their dream they lose it. They are not doing any thing to keep it inside them. They lose it in simple easy way.
Let me tell you some word:” Wind moves dust”.
You agreed for what I say to you? If you. Do that:” Our dream must mead from stone not dust”. That is the strong dream.
At last you know my story… what is about your?!

very nice
thax