EMMA Funnell

Rookie (07/10/1988 / Chichester)

EMMA Funnell Poems

1. Free 7/15/2007
2. Porcelain Doll 7/28/2007
3. Meaning Of Life 7/29/2007
4. Cruel Life 7/29/2007
5. Reflection 7/29/2007
6. Meaning Of You 8/2/2007
7. Grandad 8/2/2007
8. Misunderstood 8/2/2007
9. Mum And Henry 8/2/2007
10. She 5/22/2006
11. Four Walls 8/2/2007
12. What I Want 8/2/2007
13. Passion 8/2/2007
14. My Bright Star 2/5/2008
15. Goth Hatred 3/24/2008
16. Dying Angel 5/5/2008
17. Forgotten 8/22/2008
18. True Happiness 8/22/2008
19. Heart Of Chains 8/22/2008
20. Never Ending 8/22/2008
21. Will You Lie With Me 8/22/2008
22. Nothing Changes 8/22/2008
23. Alone 8/22/2008
24. Never 8/22/2008
25. Vampyre 9/24/2008
26. Sadness 7/3/2009
27. Last Nail In The Coffin 8/26/2007
28. Broken 9/23/2007
29. Broken Dreams 11/3/2007
30. Feelings Of A Broken Soul 9/5/2007
31. Mirror 5/24/2006
32. Dark Angel 8/8/2007
33. The Witch's Curse 5/23/2006
34. Fear Of Being Alone 6/17/2007
35. In The Winter Forest 10/17/2007
36. Free Butterfly 9/17/2007
37. Lost Inside 8/2/2007
38. If 5/27/2006
39. Angel 11/28/2005
40. Friendship 5/22/2006
Best Poem of EMMA Funnell

Friendship

Written with a pen,
Sealed with a kiss.
If you're my friend,
please answer this.
Are we friends or are we not,
You told me once but I forgot.
Tell me now and tell me true,
So I can say I'm here for you.
Of all the friends I've ever met,
You're the one I won't forget.
And is I die before you do,
I'll go to heaven and wait for you.
If you're not there on Judgement Day,
I'll know you went the other way.
I'll give the angels back their wings,
And risk the loss of everything.
Just to prove my friendship is true,
I'll go to hell to be with ...

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Angel

I squint through the keyhole,
Push open the door,
Pearly white feathers lie strewn on the floor.
From pigeons these feathers could well have been hacked,
But blood streams in rivers from a dark angel's back.
Who would have committed this hideous crime?
Pulled the wings off an angel and hurled her through time?
The knife in her grasp silently answers for me,
There's a reason she sits there, all naked and gory.

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