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Inuyasha, the Insensitive Jerk!
* I don’t own Inuyasha or any characters at all! I am just using them in some poetry, so please don’t sue me *
A/N: This might be the start of some anime poetry, it’ my first time doing something like this and I have my English 2003 Teacher to thank for this so Ms. Hale, this is for you! Also the following poem is called an acrostic poem, don’t know what acrostics is? Go look it up in the dictionary! *^_~*
On with the poetry!
Inuyasha, the Insensitive Jerk!
Insensitive, careless jerk!
Never could Kagome get you to work
Unless there was something in it for you,
you would not help at all
You would just sit there in your tree
And not help set the good guys free
So, Sit Boy! Sit! and
Happy landings and may your bumps be many,
As I pay a penny to see you fall!
Time to Sit
Now it’s time to ‘Sit’
Shouted Kagome real loud
Then came the laughter
My Blood Red Poem
Red
Red is the anger that I see in your eyes
Red is all around the field
Red is on your kimono
Red is the color of your Death
You hear it the screams of those who have already fallen
And you hear it as your sword cuts the wind
And for you it tastes like Victory is near at hand
But to your mortal foe, it has no taste, as it is bland
And red to your enemy it has the feel of Defeat,
While to you it feels like a surge of might, of power, of unstoppable feats
Red has the power to bring Victory or Defeat
My Emotions
Anger…
Red like the blood that pours from a wound,
or a scarlet kimono, freshly dyed
It happens when I feel endangered and scared
It sounds like the roar of a mighty and terrible demon,
and it smells and tastes like copper, overwhelmingly so.
Anger.
All about Sesshoumaru
Sesshoumaru
Dignified, graceful
Moving, gliding, floating
Infuriated, angry, wrathful, coldness
Unaffectionate
Demon Exterminator Sango
Pretty
Smiling Sango
Throwing a boomerang
At her mortal foes far away
Graceful
Shippo the Great
There once was a demon named Shippo
At illusions this boy was a real pro
He threw things from his hand
And on his command
They grew to the size of a hippo
The Amorous Monk Miroku
There was a monk named
Miroku who loved to say
“Would you have my child?”
To almost all the pretty
Maids who happened to pass him
A/N: This might be the start of some anime poetry, it’ my first time doing something like this and I have my English 2003 Teacher to thank for this so Ms. Hale, this is for you! Also the following poem is called an acrostic poem, don’t know what acrostics is? Go look it up in the dictionary! *^_~*
On with the poetry!
Inuyasha, the Insensitive Jerk!
Insensitive, careless jerk!
Never could Kagome get you to work
Unless there was something in it for you,
you would not help at all
You would just sit there in your tree
And not help set the good guys free
So, Sit Boy! Sit! and
Happy landings and may your bumps be many,
As I pay a penny to see you fall!
Time to Sit
Now it’s time to ‘Sit’
Shouted Kagome real loud
Then came the laughter
My Blood Red Poem
Red
Red is the anger that I see in your eyes
Red is all around the field
Red is on your kimono
Red is the color of your Death
You hear it the screams of those who have already fallen
And you hear it as your sword cuts the wind
And for you it tastes like Victory is near at hand
But to your mortal foe, it has no taste, as it is bland
And red to your enemy it has the feel of Defeat,
While to you it feels like a surge of might, of power, of unstoppable feats
Red has the power to bring Victory or Defeat
My Emotions
Anger…
Red like the blood that pours from a wound,
or a scarlet kimono, freshly dyed
It happens when I feel endangered and scared
It sounds like the roar of a mighty and terrible demon,
and it smells and tastes like copper, overwhelmingly so.
Anger.
All about Sesshoumaru
Sesshoumaru
Dignified, graceful
Moving, gliding, floating
Infuriated, angry, wrathful, coldness
Unaffectionate
Demon Exterminator Sango
Pretty
Smiling Sango
Throwing a boomerang
At her mortal foes far away
Graceful
Shippo the Great
There once was a demon named Shippo
At illusions this boy was a real pro
He threw things from his hand
And on his command
They grew to the size of a hippo
The Amorous Monk Miroku
There was a monk named
Miroku who loved to say
“Would you have my child?”
To almost all the pretty
Maids who happened to pass him
A collection of anime poetry done for English Lit. class in college a few years back.
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Thanks for the compliment. :)
LADYKITSUNE
2007-07-29 19:04:52
...Bloody marvelous!...I liked "Red" and "Shippo the Great" best...=3
NOIRROSE
2007-01-24 17:50:14