♥Joan of Arc♥

The day was cold,
Both armies bold,
As hands grasped the ladders,
Ramparts were scaled,
Arrows were sailed,
But the French climbed the Tourelles.

Although Joan was hit in the shoulder,
The French continued to grow bolder,
Even slowly healing in a field,
She raised a fiery French revolt,
Just hit by a crossbow bolt,
Armor glistening white.

The English got cold feet,
And began a hasty retreat,
As French crawled out of Orleans,
Passing the cold river on boards,
Attacking English with sharp swords,
They set the Tourelles on fire.

English Captain Sir Glasdale,
Certainly looked very pale,
When they found him drowned in the river,
Sir Talbot ordered the English forts be left,
To avoid anymore French fort theft,
And so Orleans was freed.


by:Pierce
type:ballad

♥♥Requiescat♥♥

Strew on her roses, roses,

And never a spray of yew!
In quiet she reposes;

Ah, would that I did tool
Her mirth the world required; 5


She bathed it in smiles of glee.
But her heart was tired, tired,

And now they let her be.
Her life was turning, turning,


In mazes of heat and sound. 10
But for peace her soul was yearning,

And now peace laps her round.
Her cabined, ample spirit,


It fluttered and failed for breath.
Tonight it doth inherit 15

The vasty hall of death.
by:Matthew Arnold
type:lyric(short)

♥ here lies vero ♥

here lies vero
she was a smart girl
but she should have payed attention
because she fell in the well-o

by:veronica garcia
type:epitath

♥one to tango♥

I won't ask you why you're running and
I won't ask you if you care
But the subject's going to come up
Sooner or later, and it might as well be
Now that I'm thinking about it.
And it's okay if you test me, without
Having to test my limits, but
I've never liked pop quizzes and
It seems a little unfair.
And I don't want to dance if
You can't make me pretend that
You love me, and you can't.
So it's a weekend for nothing
And here I am with my whole soul
Bared to you, about you and
I feel more naked than over spaghetti.
But I'll keep it quiet for your sake
And couch my words in negations
Of where they come from, and I would
Deny my soul to tell the truth to you forever.
by:katherine foreman
type:free verse

♥sonnet sucks!!!♥

Conducting a sonnet is very hard
Complicated, strict, confusing cracks my brain
Conducting a sonnet is very dumb
So strict that kills everyone’s brain and pen

What the heck is sonnet? It cracks my brain
I am sure that Shakespeare was a real nerd
How the heck is it still in modern days?
Why the heck didn’t they get rid of it?

How, why, when, where did Shakespeare made sonnet?
He got it from out of washroom toilet!
How, why, when, where did Shakespeare made sonnet?
I am pretty sure that he was a nerd!

Do I know how dumb he was? I think so,
Oh! Dumb enough to make the rule real strict!

by:Ka'amtar Ishkar
type:sonnet

♥WHEN YOU♥

when you smile
i can see
how your mild
and good to me
♥
when you talk
i can hear
an angels voice
loud and clear
♥
when you hold me
i can feel
that you can make
our hearts seal
♥