Oxymoron Generator Poem

The war was so cold
You could barely breathe...
Tasting the gun powder
As soon as the gun
Goes off.

Random Similie Generator Poem

Her hate was like a knife, sharp
So sharp it could go through
Anyone or anything
Her hate, so strong,
So hurt and angry...
She finally took that
Everlasting kinfe and drove
It right into his heart.