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Poetry in motion... The poetry thread.

CasMcG24

Well-known member
Past all your inspirational poetry here.

For starters here's one written for me by a friend called Jade x

Today I saw a cat, it was stuck in a tree.
That poor little kitty, looked sad as can be.
When I walked past, it gave me a hiss.
Which reminded me that I needed a p***.
I tried to help it by throwing a stone.
But just ended up braking a bone.
I crossed the road and got beeped by a car.
Then.......eeerrr...something, something.
When I got home I made some tea.
Followed swiftly by that much needed wee.
I had some tuna which was soaked in brine.
When I thought of my friend, the dear Caroline.
 

CasMcG24

Well-known member
And another...

Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
What are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
It's not your fault

They won't take you to the vet
You're obviously not their favorite pet
Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
It's not your fault

You may not be a bed of roses
You're not friend to those with noses
I'll miss you before we're done
Or the world will smell as one

Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
What are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat
It's not your fault

(Phoebe) Oh are we done?

One, two, what's that smell?

Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
What are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat
You're getting fat

I think that I'm gonna be sick
It's your ears, and nose and pick
Part of it, tempt me

One, two, what's that smell?

All the dogs in the neighborhood
Are saying this for your own good
What, you're fat, so you can't run
No fun, I bet, No fun

Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
Porno makes you eat like that
I saw you in the shopping mall

Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
It's not your fault,
Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
It's not your fault
Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat,
It's not your fault

We know what was in your food
They say it might affect your mood
 

sledger

Spanish_Vicente
A poem:

Ricky Ponting is the best cricketer
He is one day and test cricketer

Who's better Ponting or Lara?
Pontiing's better, bad is rest cricketer

When Lara went to Auntralia
Ponting defeated the west cricketer

When Ponting went to play with him
Lara defeated by guest cricketer

Ponting had really great abilities
So those who hate him, hate abilities

skills are for greats and hence he has
power to dispatch to fence, he has
every thing of cricketing sense, he has

First the settlement, he would let that be done
then big scores, he would get that be done

Indeed he was a good player
In world, an understood player
To be Continued...

Edit:Never misunderstand me, I'm only 14
/thread
 

cpr

Well-known member
I'd love an excuse to repost mine from that thread but sadly Heaths no longer here to rile the hell out of.
 

SillyCowCorner1

Well-known member
Hear with your ears,
See with your eyes,
Taste with your tongue.

Swift as a deer,
Quiet as a shadow

Fear cuts deeper than swords

Quick as a snake,
Calm as still water,

Fear cuts deeper than swords

Strong as a bear,
Fierce as a wolverine

Fear cuts deeper than swords

The man who fears losing has already lost

Fear cuts deeper than swords,
Fear cuts deeper than swords
Fear cuts deeper than swords.
 

Shri

Well-known member
Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

God made us beautiful

What happened to you.
 

Daemon

Well-known member
Past all your inspirational poetry here.

For starters here's one written for me by a friend called Jade x

Today I saw a cat, it was stuck in a tree.
That poor little kitty, looked sad as can be.
When I walked past, it gave me a hiss.
Which reminded me that I needed a p***.
I tried to help it by throwing a stone.
But just ended up braking a bone.
I crossed the road and got beeped by a car.
Then.......eeerrr...something, something.
When I got home I made some tea.
Followed swiftly by that much needed wee.
I had some tuna which was soaked in brine.
When I thought of my friend, the dear Caroline.
fmd this poem is poor
clearly written by an amateur
"but its the thought that counts" protested CasMcG
as she uploaded yet another selfie
 

Pratters

Cricket, Lovely Cricket
Wee Willie Winkie went to town
Had a cup of coffee
Didn't practice and was bowler over
Poor batting.
 
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