Biography of kirilee S..
kirilee S.. Poems
A Random Stalker.
A pest annoyed me today, He emailed me night and day, He asked if I were single, and asked, how do you do?
Granny Off Her Rocker
In the dim and distant past, When life's tempo wasn't all fast, Grandma used to rock and knit, chat, play and baby sit.
A Poem About Me!
this poem is about me! you might think i like to ware make up to hide my ture identade but that is wrong! i like to run and play in the mud!
World Peace (Please Read)
World of peace comes When we each shed the light fueled by love as a weapon No longer a need to fight.
i read this in the paper, And it made me think; That a quarter of all road accidents Can be blamed... directly... on a drink.
Dreaming Of You
Last night, layin' in my bed, I started dreamin' of you. Baby, you came into my head, Just like you always do.
The Guy That Caught Her Eye
A beauty stood on a balcony high, Sneezed and lost her blue glass eye. A young man walking down The path Caught the flashing eye-ball one hand.
A Winter Day
The cleaverest creature is a snake, Who spends his winter not awake' Sleeping in his long thin bed' Brewing venom in his head.
Why Do We Fight
why do people fight with weapons and other things why dont people listen to what we have to say why do people have to go to war at the age of 15! why do people live at all
Where Was I Mid-December Or Was It Mid-N...
where was i? I remember, I remember A sunny day in late November, Tending a bonfire's dying ember
i had a square bear and it wears blue shoes. i gave it a yellow sub to go under the water but the sub had a crack and begain to tap. and the bear became blue!
My Best Friend
my best friend is zoe! she is like my older sister! she is 14. a vegiterian.
I Wont Change Your Life!
It will surely change my life One day I win the lottery People who say it will not are people of whom to be Well Weird!
Dream A Dream
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.' I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
poem are thoughts from the heart and soul.
These are my thoughts for you to enjoy.
poems are a great way to express you feeling.
poems are a great way to seek reveng or to write a secret love letter on the one you adore.
think about what poems you write and think on the impact the have today.
all the tears they have on the world.
all the smilles on someones face.
to wirte and laugh and type and enjoy.
so enjoy the poems i am writing now to laugh and cry at what i write.