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Poetry time! (Part 1)

So my teacher has forced my class to do a poetry unit (uhhhhhh) but I found my loophole! Here's how it basically went down:
Teacher: blah blah blah poetry blah blah blah anything you want blah blah blah
Me (in my mind palace): Anything? *formulates tons of ideas*
And that's how that happened so... enjoy!
(Sorry for the feels that will follow in some of the following poems)

(This is called an I am poem)

Fangirl

I am an emotionally unstable Fangirl
I wonder if the doctor will ever be ginger
I hear the songs of my fandoms and rush into the room
I see all the new movies on their release dates in theatres
I want to meet my idols
I am an emotionally unstable Fangirl

I pretend reichenbach never happened
I feel the feels
I touch the hearts of other fangirls with my fanfics
I worry about outside the wall
I cry over my OTP's
I am an emotionally unstable Fangirl

I understand after all this time it's been always
I say things that no ordinary human would understand
I dream about being a highly functional sociopath, or a time lord, or a genius, billionaire, philanthropist
I try to have a social life and get enough sleep
I hope season four will come
I am an emotionally unstable Fangirl

Yeah so that's one of my own. Hope you liked it. Now allons-y! (To the next poems)

These next ones are from tumblr therefore I am not responsible for the feels and spoilers.

(This one doesn't have a name)

Merlin is over
And hogwarts is too
Sam and Dean's battle
Is almost through
Donna is gone
And the ponds are as well
John is sad
Because Sherlock fell
In case you were having
A sort-of good day
I wrote you this poem
To chase it away

*muffled sobs*

Hush little Fangirl

Hush little Fangirl, don't you squee,
Moffat's gonna kill of your OTP

And if next season he won't return
BBC will find another ship to burn

And while that ship is burning bright
The whole fandom will cry all night

And if the fandom cries itself to sleep
There will be a new episode just next week
#exceptforsherlock

And just to pep up the mood here's a song! (It's just as bad and is still tumblr)

If you're happy and you know it...

If you're happy and you know it
Stay away from doctor who
Also Sherlock
Don't even touch supernatural
Merlin is just painful. Don't do it
*clap clap*
If you're happy and you know it, stay away
If you're happy and you know it, stay away
SuperWhoLock makes you cry
And Merlin makes you want to die,
So if you're happy and you know it, stay away

The greatness of tumblr everyone! Give it a hand!
No? You're all crying?

Anyways allons-y to the doctor who! (These are from Google)

1234...

1,2,3,4
I declare a time war
5,6,7,8
Daleks scream "EXTERMINATE!"
9,10,11,12
The doctor died and silence fell
12,11,10,9
There he goes, back in time
8,7,6,5
Saving everybody's lives
4,3,2,1
Grab her hand and whisper "run"

Next one! (This one is feelsy)

Two broken hearts

Rose went away
So the doctor is blue.

Ask Donna, "where's the Doctor?"
She'll reply, "Doctor Who?"

Sarah Jane, and Martha,
And now both the Ponds
Had their fun with the doctor
And now they've all gone.

So ask me again
Why the TARDIS is blue:
There's a sad man inside
With his hearts torn in two.

Me: *sobs* that was painful to copy from the Internet! Next!

This is a cinquin

Doctor,
From galiffrey,
Did Daleks force you here?
God who wanted to be a man.
Time-lord

Once again, mine. Yeah it sucks but whatever.

Now get me some tea and biscuits! That's right, the game is afoot for the Sherlock poems!

(Let's start with a non-feelsy one)

Sherlock
Deduced the body,
In the morgue,
After tea,
Because he was bored

Yep, another one of mine, but that's enough of mine here's another from Google!

Shush my dear Watson

Shush, my Dear Watson, don't say a word.
Sherlock is alive but you haven't heard.

You haven't been the same, not since the fall,
But Sherlock left a note with his phone call.

You might even think this sadness won't pass,
But he'll come looking through his looking glass.

He burned Sherlock's heart and that was you,
The famous detective saw everybody through.

Falling's just like flying didn't you know,
Sir-Boast-a-Lot's lie will steal the show.

So shush, John Watson don't you cry,
Sherlock doesn't know that he can fly.

I look at you, standing sadly at my grave,
Grieving for a life you thought you couldn't save.

I'd like to tell you that I'm not really gone,
So believe me when I say...
I'm sorry John.

Me: *cries* m-my OTP!
Okay, next!

Reichenbach

Roses are red
Sherlock's blood is too
There's pain in John's voice
"He's my friend let me through"
The flat is now silent
The place is full of dread
It only reminds John
That his best friend is dead

Me: why does reichenbach always make me cry *looks at another* hey let's do that one!

(No title)

Roses are red
His scarf was blue
If he doesn't turn up soon
I might have to jump too
JW

Me: *through the tears* don't do it! He's coming, don't worry
Next!

The reichenbach fall

Sweaty palms
Phone in had
I hope that John will understand.

Look at me,
Watch what I do,
John, know I do it all for you.

My last words,
Final goodbye,
John can't see the tears I cry.

My arms spread,
Your face drained,
John, I heard you scream my name.

Me:*cries all the tears*

Now some Sherlock valentine poems! (I know you want them)

Red is red
Blue is blue
You must be reichenbach
Cause I'm falling for you
SH

Your awfully clever
I love how your smart
So be mine or I swear
I will burn out your heart
JM

I'll wear my jumper
And make us some tea
We'll be friends forever
Like in 221B
JW

Deduction is great
(It requires precision)
Forget John and Sherlock
You're my division!
GL

Red is red
Blue is blue
I think love is a disadvantage
But I'll make an exception for you
MH

Those were so sweet! Next!

This one is definitely my favourite, made by someone named Zoë Busacco

Mr.Holmes

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Dear me Mr.Holmes
What happened to you?

Deserting your friends
And 'taking' your life
You've made quite a mess
And caused lots of strife

And your little friend John
What about him
Without you, Mr.Holmes
His life looks quite grim

So think very hard
Before you return
Not everyone can handle
That kind of burn

Dear me Mr.Holmes
Does my name ring a bell?
That day you faked your death
I faked mine as well
- J.M

The first time I read that I got chills!

Well that's the end of the Sherlock poems
Sherlock:but they were good!
John:*sitting in a corner, surrounded by tissues, bawling his eyes out* good! I've been crying since the second one!
Me: both of you shut up and go back to 221B and admit your feelings for each other!
John:*blushes*
Sherlock: I-I don't know what your talking about!
Me: I'm talking about Johnlo- never mind
Sherlock: go on, finish your sentence
Me:*muttering* they would kill me
John: who would kill you? We'll help you kill them and we can hide the body!
Me: pretty sure you can't kill all the moffat knows how many Sherlocked fangirls in the world
Sherlock:*takes a step back* Sherlocked? Please hand over any mobile devices you own
Me: *jumps back to iPad* no! My baby!
Sherlock: hand them over! Or I will... I will... deduce you and tell these 'fangirls' all your secrets!
John: you wouldn't!
Sherlock: are you taking sides John?
Me: don't tell the adorable little hedgehog what to do!
John: thank you. Wait. Hedgehog!
Me: it's a long story... Wait, what were we talking about? Oh yes. Leave!
Sherlock: what makes you think we'll leave?
Me: this. *snaps fingers and red dot appears on John's chest*
John: *looks at Sherlock's nervous face and then my boss one* what is it? *looks down* ahh! Not again!
Sherlock: *gasp* you're in league with Moriarty!
Me: maybe, maybe not. Now I've enjoyed this game but I suggest the both of you leave.
Sherlock: no
Me: do I have to remind you?*glances at John*
John: going!*grabs Sherlock by the ear and drags him out*
*they leave*
Me: why couldn't they have been quiet like the doctor
*Moriarty walks in*
Moriarty: doctor who?
Me: I love when people ask that
Moriarty: what? Anyway, not bad my apprentice
Me: thanks boss, now let's head back to base
Moriarty: need a ride?
Me: no, but I'll catch up.
Moriarty: okay, bye then.
*he leaves*
Me:*looks at screen* oh gods! That was supposed to be confidential information! Bye!

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