Poetry about Johnny Depp by his fans

The Mysterious Birth
by Mihneea
There was a cunning wizard
At the bottom of the sea
And he had almost finished
His masterpiece to be:
A man without a defect
(A boy is better said!).
A sweeter face you'll never see
Till the day you're dead!
And look: he is quite ready,
The man with pouty lips!
He's ready, but not willing
To go away: still sleeps...
The wizard has to send him
So far away: on Earth,
Where no one will imagine
A wizard gave him birth.
A wizard gave him birth
And gave him a name -- yep!!
He spoke to him so softly:
"You will be...Johnny Depp!"
And Johny shocks the people
As did Dorian Gray,
Whose always maiden features
Stopped people on their way.
Since then the humans wonder:
Who made him handsome so??
How old is he? And where from?
And no one seems to know.

Have You Ever Thought of Me?
A ballad by Celine
As I close the door behind me
I slowly realize, that whenever I feel bad
I just need to see your eyes
Your smile, your face
your everything feels like a warm embrace
And as I open up my eyes again
I realize you're not my man

*CHORUS*
Have you ever thought of me at all?
Have you ever known, that I exist?
When I looked into your eyes
did you look back in mine?
I know the answer, not at all.
I just want you to know I respect you for all you are
your past, your youth, I love the truth
It all belongs to you
I shivering close the window
I see your shadow on the other side of the street
But when I look a little closer
I can't even think of a time we'll meet

*CHORUS*
I probably make you sick
all those sentimental thoughts of you and me
And as I close the door behind me
I feel your fake embrace again
I think about you all the time, but was that a waste?
Have you ever thought of me at all?

A Man Apart
by Langley
A man apart
A different face
A lonely body needs his space
A breathing place
Defies rat race
Wants only for a state of grace
A man unique
A different soul
Nurtured by old rock’n’roll
A totem pole
Girls’ hearts he stole
A being puzzled by the whole
A man, a boy
A different thought
A tidal wave in which he’s caught
He won’t be bought
His friendship’s sought
Yet he’s the one who is distraught
A human boy
A different rhyme
He’s walking forward all the time
A slippery climb
A guitar’s chime
No word defines him ‘cept sublime

The Confused Fan's Lament
By Meeps
What shall I do -
I am without a clue ...
Johnny is hot
.. or is he not?
Because they say, he is also cool -
maybe I should go back to school!!
The English language can be confusing,
and sometimes (hopefully ;-) )amusing :-)
... I do hope,
the poor boy doesn´t catch a cold ...
being both hot and ...
maybe I should a blanket unfold
before he goes "belly up" ...
O.k. I promise to stop ;-)

A Poem
by Di
I close my eyes and see you before me,
passion so strong I can hardly see.
I reach out and touch your lips,
slowly tickling you with my finger tips.
taking you in my arms keeping you near,
wishing that you were really here.
I feel you above me,
your body pressing against mine,
If this is reality please give me a sign.
arching my body,
you run through my veins,
satisfying my deepest pains.
All my needs and desires you tend,
praying this moment will never end.

The Mother and the Girl
by Langley
Are you well, my friend? And are your dreams afloat?
Ah, my sentiments lurk inextricable
Too confusing; all aswirl
They vacillate betwixt the mother and the girl
Can’t express them; too remote
All hung up in this writer’s throat
You see, my friend, I ponder in my room
Like a mother fearful for her man child
It’s as though you’re from my womb
And my happiness swells as I see my boy bloom
I hold you sacrosanct
Be gone, my Johnny’s gloom!
Your precious beauty kills me
Boom
Now the girl emerges unexpectedly
And I confront repressed feelings shamefully
I love that you love women
For I am of that gender
I hate that you don’t love me
I want you for myself
I love that you are shy and kind
And often very tender
But hate that you are there in France
While my dreams are on a shelf
I will your body in my bed
Pine for your kisses and your touch
I want my legs wrapped ‘round your head
Loss of control! I want too much!
I struggle to regain composure
This puzzle needs a sense of closure
Are you well, my friend? Are you feeling less rejected?
And why do you wear your belt buckle on the left side?
I really want to know
Oh, and one more thought that I must confide
Johnny Depp, I love you so!
Oh, what the f***! What’s the use?
My love’s undetected, neglected, disconnected,
And surely not respected!
It’s hard to love you, sometimes, someone said, and I agree
But what concern is that to you? After all, it’s only me
Only me, only me, I heave a heavy sigh
And once again seek harmony in a maternal chord
Sincerely manifesting for you things that fame can’t buy
I trust that you’ll continue in your struggle to move forward
Yes, I’ll view you from my perch afar
Swell with delight to your magic guitar
I’ll go and raid the cookie jar
While you play the reluctant superstar
I hope that Vanessa fills your soul
With all the love that you can hold
I pray that Lily-Rose grows strong and wise
And always remains the source of your pride
I’ll watch you on the silver screen
Dammit, cut down on that caffeine!
Don’t forget, you’re not sixteen.
And Johnny? I know you know what I mean
When I say, please treat your girl as a queen
Oh, and one more thing before I go
Johnny Depp, I love you so!

A Ditty
by Meeps
Johnny Depp.
He is sooo sweet.
It is rather neat.
He swept me off my feet.
I dance to his beat.
Would looove him on my sheet.
eh ... would someone press delete?
:-)

Langley's Lament
by Langley
(while impatiently awaiting the release of "Chocolat")
All this talk of "Chocolat"
has got me quite upset.
It's got me smoking cigarettes
and breaking a cold sweat.
I walk around the kitchenette,
the bbs I can't forget,
by thoughts of Depp I am beset,
and all I want is "Chocolat"!

Waiting for "Blow"
by Langley
That Bon Bon! He's adorable!
But not enough, you know?
Lt. Victor’s well endowed
And gave my thoughts a go
I’ve had my fix from "Chocolat"
And it was quite a show
But now I’m counting down the days
Until I can see "Blow"
The month of April is the key
But waiting is sheer agony
George Jung is who I want to see
Does everyone agree with me?

How To Make a Johnny
by Meeps
Let´s start from the top.
So we can be on the up-and-up.
Johnny shall have the softest brown hair,
who sometimes stands up in the air.
Behind the forehead´s rounded dome,
an excellent brain will have its home.
Then take two expressive brows -
very useful during rows,
over a pair of soft brown eyes,
as sweet as apple pies.
Place them on either side of the cutest nose -
yes, do let us ad one of those ...
with a little wrinkle just on top,
when ever Johnny thinks: "Hi! Stop!! Enough!!!"
Under the nose a pair of lips
who could easily "launch ships"
in shape so elegant and fine,
they are positively sublime.
To keep his glasses in place,
ad an ear on either side of the face.
A rounded chin beneath the mouth,
completes the north, east, west and south
of our gorgeous Johnny´s head,
about which much good shall be said.
Attach to it a body so wonderful
that only the old moon has more pull
in women - body and soul
rich or poor - young or old.
Blaze on it a "happy trail"
that will make women go pale ...
On the back stick a bum so round and tight
it will be called "Women´s Delight"
Find fingers long and slender,
who can caress so gentle and tender.
Give him two feet, who can bring him to and fro -
the women will rather have him come than go.
All in all - a imperfect perfect man
trying to be as sweet as he can.

Katrina Thinking Aloud
by Meeps
You look so frail and scared, my little mouse ...
please come and join me in the safety of my house.
I will protect you - hug you - caress you
make tender never-ending love you too.
So what if Brom and the others mocks you as scared
they will never experience the love, we have shared.
I´ll go the end of the world with you, if you ask,
take on any difficult task,
fight ghouls and goblins and ghosts.
But ... what I want the most,
I must admit - is going undercover in a soft, warm bed.
You are nodding - Come! Enough have been said ;-)

To Johnny and About Johnny
by Mihneea
Watching you naked -- oh ravishing sight!
Ruffling your locks and then holding you tight...

Licking your lips and caressing your chest!
Bare me, then smell me, then kiss me one breast!

Tickle your body and play with your toy --
This is the life that I dream, hottest boy!

Tender we are to each other, sweet dove...
Let me just taste you and own you, my love!

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	The Mysterious Birth by Mihneea There was a cunning wizard At the bottom of the sea And he had almost finished His masterpiece to be: A man without a defect (A boy is better said!). A sweeter face you'll never see Till the day you're dead! And look: he is quite ready, The man with pouty lips! He's ready, but not willing To go away: still sleeps... The wizard has to send him So far away: on Earth, Where no one will imagine A wizard gave him birth. A wizard gave him birth And gave him a name -- yep!! He spoke to him so softly: "You will be...Johnny Depp!" And Johny shocks the people As did Dorian Gray, Whose always maiden features Stopped people on their way. Since then the humans wonder: Who made him handsome so?? How old is he? And where from? And no one seems to know.
Have You Ever Thought of Me? A ballad by Celine As I close the door behind me I slowly realize, that whenever I feel bad I just need to see your eyes Your smile, your face your everything feels like a warm embrace And as I open up my eyes again I realize you're not my man CHORUS Have you ever thought of me at all? Have you ever known, that I exist? When I looked into your eyes did you look back in mine? I know the answer, not at all. I just want you to know I respect you for all you are your past, your youth, I love the truth It all belongs to you I shivering close the window I see your shadow on the other side of the street But when I look a little closer I can't even think of a time we'll meet CHORUS I probably make you sick all those sentimental thoughts of you and me And as I close the door behind me I feel your fake embrace again I think about you all the time, but was that a waste? Have you ever thought of me at all?
	A Man Apart by Langley A man apart A different face A lonely body needs his space A breathing place Defies rat race Wants only for a state of grace A man unique A different soul Nurtured by old rock’n’roll A totem pole Girls’ hearts he stole A being puzzled by the whole A man, a boy A different thought A tidal wave in which he’s caught He won’t be bought His friendship’s sought Yet he’s the one who is distraught A human boy A different rhyme He’s walking forward all the time A slippery climb A guitar’s chime No word defines him ‘cept sublime
The Confused Fan's Lament By Meeps What shall I do - I am without a clue ... Johnny is hot .. or is he not? Because they say, he is also cool - maybe I should go back to school!! The English language can be confusing, and sometimes (hopefully ;-) )amusing :-) ... I do hope, the poor boy doesn´t catch a cold ... being both hot and ... maybe I should a blanket unfold before he goes "belly up" ... O.k. I promise to stop ;-)
	A Poem by Di I close my eyes and see you before me, passion so strong I can hardly see. I reach out and touch your lips, slowly tickling you with my finger tips. taking you in my arms keeping you near, wishing that you were really here. I feel you above me, your body pressing against mine, If this is reality please give me a sign. arching my body, you run through my veins, satisfying my deepest pains. All my needs and desires you tend, praying this moment will never end.
The Mother and the Girl by Langley Are you well, my friend? And are your dreams afloat? Ah, my sentiments lurk inextricable Too confusing; all aswirl They vacillate betwixt the mother and the girl Can’t express them; too remote All hung up in this writer’s throat You see, my friend, I ponder in my room Like a mother fearful for her man child It’s as though you’re from my womb And my happiness swells as I see my boy bloom I hold you sacrosanct Be gone, my Johnny’s gloom! Your precious beauty kills me Boom Now the girl emerges unexpectedly And I confront repressed feelings shamefully I love that you love women For I am of that gender I hate that you don’t love me I want you for myself I love that you are shy and kind And often very tender But hate that you are there in France While my dreams are on a shelf I will your body in my bed Pine for your kisses and your touch I want my legs wrapped ‘round your head Loss of control! I want too much! I struggle to regain composure This puzzle needs a sense of closure Are you well, my friend? Are you feeling less rejected? And why do you wear your belt buckle on the left side? I really want to know Oh, and one more thought that I must confide Johnny Depp, I love you so! Oh, what the f***! What’s the use? My love’s undetected, neglected, disconnected, And surely not respected! It’s hard to love you, sometimes, someone said, and I agree But what concern is that to you? After all, it’s only me Only me, only me, I heave a heavy sigh And once again seek harmony in a maternal chord Sincerely manifesting for you things that fame can’t buy I trust that you’ll continue in your struggle to move forward Yes, I’ll view you from my perch afar Swell with delight to your magic guitar I’ll go and raid the cookie jar While you play the reluctant superstar I hope that Vanessa fills your soul With all the love that you can hold I pray that Lily-Rose grows strong and wise And always remains the source of your pride I’ll watch you on the silver screen Dammit, cut down on that caffeine! Don’t forget, you’re not sixteen. And Johnny? I know you know what I mean When I say, please treat your girl as a queen Oh, and one more thing before I go Johnny Depp, I love you so!
	A Ditty by Meeps Johnny Depp. He is sooo sweet. It is rather neat. He swept me off my feet. I dance to his beat. Would looove him on my sheet. eh ... would someone press delete? :-)
Langley's Lament by Langley (while impatiently awaiting the release of "Chocolat") All this talk of "Chocolat" has got me quite upset. It's got me smoking cigarettes and breaking a cold sweat. I walk around the kitchenette, the bbs I can't forget, by thoughts of Depp I am beset, and all I want is "Chocolat"!
	Waiting for "Blow" by Langley That Bon Bon! He's adorable! But not enough, you know? Lt. Victor’s well endowed And gave my thoughts a go I’ve had my fix from "Chocolat" And it was quite a show But now I’m counting down the days Until I can see "Blow" The month of April is the key But waiting is sheer agony George Jung is who I want to see Does everyone agree with me?
How To Make a Johnny by Meeps Let´s start from the top. So we can be on the up-and-up. Johnny shall have the softest brown hair, who sometimes stands up in the air. Behind the forehead´s rounded dome, an excellent brain will have its home. Then take two expressive brows - very useful during rows, over a pair of soft brown eyes, as sweet as apple pies. Place them on either side of the cutest nose - yes, do let us ad one of those ... with a little wrinkle just on top, when ever Johnny thinks: "Hi! Stop!! Enough!!!" Under the nose a pair of lips who could easily "launch ships" in shape so elegant and fine, they are positively sublime. To keep his glasses in place, ad an ear on either side of the face. A rounded chin beneath the mouth, completes the north, east, west and south of our gorgeous Johnny´s head, about which much good shall be said. Attach to it a body so wonderful that only the old moon has more pull in women - body and soul rich or poor - young or old. Blaze on it a "happy trail" that will make women go pale ... On the back stick a bum so round and tight it will be called "Women´s Delight" Find fingers long and slender, who can caress so gentle and tender. Give him two feet, who can bring him to and fro - the women will rather have him come than go. All in all - a imperfect perfect man trying to be as sweet as he can.
	Katrina Thinking Aloud by Meeps You look so frail and scared, my little mouse ... please come and join me in the safety of my house. I will protect you - hug you - caress you make tender never-ending love you too. So what if Brom and the others mocks you as scared they will never experience the love, we have shared. I´ll go the end of the world with you, if you ask, take on any difficult task, fight ghouls and goblins and ghosts. But ... what I want the most, I must admit - is going undercover in a soft, warm bed. You are nodding - Come! Enough have been said ;-)
To Johnny and About Johnny by Mihneea Watching you naked -- oh ravishing sight! Ruffling your locks and then holding you tight... Licking your lips and caressing your chest! Bare me, then smell me, then kiss me one breast! Tickle your body and play with your toy -- This is the life that I dream, hottest boy! Tender we are to each other, sweet dove... Let me just taste you and own you, my love!