Tomorrow's Poem in a Pocket Day and I'm screwed! I need a PG poem about Queen or rock 'n' roll or whatever. I need it quick!!! Could you guys PLEASE help me?
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Um... does it have to be "written by you" ?
You could print off lyrics (or "God Save the Queen" - just to be cheeky) - or write one yourself, because we're probably not much better. :)
You could print off lyrics (or "God Save the Queen" - just to be cheeky) - or write one yourself, because we're probably not much better. :)
It doesn't HAVE to be written by me, and I can't find anything online. The closest I found was a stupid corny poem by Shel Silverstein titled "rock 'n' Roll Band" which is about a bunch of 1o year olds trying to form a band. There are many smart people on this site, and I don't wanna copy lyrics of a song cuz then it'll sound kind aweird. But I'll try! However, in teh meantime, if anything cute comes to mind, please post it up!
I once seen a poem by Roger online called Blue Eyes of Heaven but I forgot where I saw it. : (
just put random words together
www.queenmoderntimesrocknroll.com
or www.ledzeppelinrocknroll.com
or www.ledzeppelinrocknroll.com
Just use a Brian song. Most are pretty much poems anyway.
Queen by Donny Mars
Ready for Freddie
Cryin with Brian
Dodging Roger
Gone to John
Queen is mean
in a good way
today
rock n roll dreams
mocking your steam
Ready for Freddie
Cryin with Brian
Dodging Roger
Gone to John
Queen is mean
in a good way
today
rock n roll dreams
mocking your steam
Rock 'n Roll is a way to pay the bills,
But football is what give us thrills.
They're always sayin'
stop that playin'
Keep those Rock 'N Roll skills
L.
But football is what give us thrills.
They're always sayin'
stop that playin'
Keep those Rock 'N Roll skills
L.
There once was a band called Queen
Critics to them were mean
Queen said "Stuff you all
we're having a ball"
Then they did some other real cool stuff...
I don't know! We get taught how to study poems, not write them, for example, in the last line I used iambic pentameter hehehe.
But as far as poem writing goes, I'm as usless as a sack of potatoes on a unicycle
[EDIT] And what is Poem in a Pocket Day?
Critics to them were mean
Queen said "Stuff you all
we're having a ball"
Then they did some other real cool stuff...
I don't know! We get taught how to study poems, not write them, for example, in the last line I used iambic pentameter hehehe.
But as far as poem writing goes, I'm as usless as a sack of potatoes on a unicycle
[EDIT] And what is Poem in a Pocket Day?
My suggestion to you is to write something down how you feel about rock and roll, queen ect. I hope that helps.
Queen Is The Best
They Have All The Rest
Keep That In Mind
Or You Shall Find
That Deaky Hit You In The Chest
They Have All The Rest
Keep That In Mind
Or You Shall Find
That Deaky Hit You In The Chest
Deep is the sound out of the strings
The voice travels on its golden wings
The beat of the drums echoes in our heart
And the softness of the bass not far apart
...(to be continued, my sister is calling me)
The voice travels on its golden wings
The beat of the drums echoes in our heart
And the softness of the bass not far apart
...(to be continued, my sister is calling me)
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Elizabeth Knightson wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Deep is the sound out of the strings
The voice travels on its golden wings
The beat of the drums echoes in our heart
And the softness of the bass not far apart
...(to be continued, my sister is calling me)
[/QUOTE]
damn that's good
The voice travels on its golden wings
The beat of the drums echoes in our heart
And the softness of the bass not far apart
...(to be continued, my sister is calling me)
[/QUOTE]
damn that's good
Too late it is,
The recording is done,
My mind is spinning,
I can't let it go.
Morning comes,
I'm behind my bass,
Creating the melodies I hear in my head,
The words obsessing in my mind,
I must remember to write them down.
Now it's midday and I'm still here,
Five minutes of bass recorded,
It is time for my guitar to be heard,
I sit there wondering...
When will I be freed?
This dank, dark room is closing in on me,
I can't take much more of this,
I create the drum beat out of pure anger.
Night falls and the power cuts out,
I'm left sitting here behind my piano,
Pounding the keys into my melody,
Molding the sound to fit.
Now It's Monday Morning,
My band mates come into the studio,
They find me asleep on the floor,
My microphone is my teddy,
The song is finally recorded,
But I am dead.
The recording is done,
My mind is spinning,
I can't let it go.
Morning comes,
I'm behind my bass,
Creating the melodies I hear in my head,
The words obsessing in my mind,
I must remember to write them down.
Now it's midday and I'm still here,
Five minutes of bass recorded,
It is time for my guitar to be heard,
I sit there wondering...
When will I be freed?
This dank, dark room is closing in on me,
I can't take much more of this,
I create the drum beat out of pure anger.
Night falls and the power cuts out,
I'm left sitting here behind my piano,
Pounding the keys into my melody,
Molding the sound to fit.
Now It's Monday Morning,
My band mates come into the studio,
They find me asleep on the floor,
My microphone is my teddy,
The song is finally recorded,
But I am dead.