a pome

a pile of tile true 

so tall and high up it goes

into an arch it distantly forms

unsturdy the tiles it wobbled for miles as the mildest of winds blew

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pome 2

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pome 3

the pome o so round

compound is the mound of which we astound

how much compound will astound cause a sound?

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pome 4

the day washes over the plane

like a drop of water down the window 

uncaring yet at times its simplicity captivating

thanks! I try.

another for the fans

pome 5

what can be said that hasn't been said

plenty of things i am sure

but i can only say that which i know

pome 6

little skittle in the middle

in the middle there is a skittle

in the skittle there is a middle

in the middle is there...

yes! there is

pome 7

there is a little cookie rolling down a hill

when it gets to water It can grow a gill

with these new found powers the cookie is not free

as the problem of the cookie was not of it to breath

What's a pome?? Asking for a friend 

Poem*

This is deep bro 

I have pome

Help trapped on island

Can only write in haiku

Send helicopter

You sure? They seem to be really inclined towards 'pome' 

It's a Scouse poem.

'Wanna hear a pome, laaar?'

'Yeah, g'wed lad!' 

Hey! Only English in public forums! 😆😆😆

Well a pome is technically a type of fruit like an apple or pear but It sounds like poem so I used it as so as a little play on words where they sound similar but are not the same thing and what I am actually trying to convey is found through context clues, in this case that it sounds like poem but I called it a pome exept in pome 3 where the i say pome in the poem as in the fruit comparing it to the idea of having things and increasing the amount of things we have and how much there would have to be to cause such surprise in the viewer as to cause a sound

thanks! I try.

one final pome for the fans

pome 9

the wind it blows 

it comes and goes

it travels far 

delivers on its target a pleasant gust of wind

swaying are the trees

swaying are the leaves

swaying am I as I feel the gentle breeze 

Never explain art.

Une pomme

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