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

Comments about EMMA Funnell

  • Sarah Cornell (2/7/2007 5:33:00 AM)

    em j! soz havent spoken to you in ages, havent got any txts left. havin a pancake party on tues 20th feb all day plz come i miss you: -(lol. so far got 1 person frm college n 1 person frm wrk comin n i think patch might be comin. plz come we can make vodka flavour pancakes n other alcohol: -D email me or summat

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Best Poem of EMMA Funnell

In The Winter Forest

The trees move in the Winter Forest,
They sway with the gental breeze.
Naked as the leaves fall to the ground,
And the water will slowly freeze.
The forest casts shadows on the snowy grounds,
As the light of a thousand stars shine through.
The angels dance and sing in the snow,
As the sky turns to a midnight blue.
One angel sings of the moon and stars,
Another sings of the sun.
They play in the trees and howl with the wind,
Their wings glistening as through the forest they gracefully run.
By day the Winter Forest is quiet and peaceful,
But by night...

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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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