A/N: I wrote this one night. It just came to me. It isn't my best. I just don't want to post my best incase someone steals it. So here it is. I close my ... my dreams. But, never my reality. For people like you, only exist in the pages of a book.
FRESH LIKE THE LEMON SEA-rattled to the point the bird could sing no more, it's lungs out of hope, it's heart out of breath in which it had beat no more ... . His eyes closed shut, and his midnight black beak quivered. He was indeed perfect dinner.
Would anyone like to read any of my poems? I think I have some good ones. Should I post them?
Hello How are you doing? It's me LLM Okay Today. I am going to try To type In an ongoing free verse poem. Keep in mind That this is no where Close to my best work. This ... up. This is to tough. See you in My next post. Maybe it will be A real poem.
This one I made about KNG. Why did you have to leave me? I only have memories to hold onto They're so tangible, I cover myself with them, like a blanket... ... out, immersed in my realm with music playing in my head What? Class is already over?
These sad thoughts Are like poles Stuck in my brain Why do you leave when you know I'm in pain Is it the cutting The bleeding The scars that keep appearing You seem mad Maybe ... know I won't be here I'm slipping in I'm giving up Why did you leave?
These dark thoughts that won't let me be Are like dark shadows looming over me The cutting, the bleeding, it never stops It's not enough The world is grey But I know ... away I guess I just need your support to stay I made this dedicated to you guys.
Warning: this is kinda sad Roses are red but so is my hand The violets have wilted and died, just how I feel inside, just like how our world is a lie, sometimes. Sugar ... jump, because I know you'd cry. But I mean nothing, I am worthless, so why?
So this is really sad but it's loosely based on when I moved around a year ago: My eyes flutter, It's not true, it's not true But Deep down I know, I know it is. I lay ... I know I have to leave, I know its time to go, But not yet. Not now. Not ever.
Do you think haikus are poetry? I personaly do not. I see poetry as someting that can tell a story in some sort of format, haikus can't tell a story (well, ... Bright sunny blue sky above Under bright light (You can see, this really tells no story)
In you comments include a link to a good online poem. That way others can enjoy poems too
I'll start doing these little poetic stories every once in a while, which I will not add to. These are sorta like creative outlets for me. ... is tell them that like the wind, they will go places and be free.
The topic of the Perfect Poetry Club issue has been decided! The topic is...(drum-roll please!) Paradise Poetry! Since I do not trust Edmodo, you will be writing ... υѕє єνєяуσηє'ѕ нєяє тнє ρєяƒє¢т ρσєт!"
The Dawn It is cold as death I don't dare take a breath Only one thing can save me: The dawn. The cry of the owl The coyote's growl There is one thing I want: The dawn ... The dawn. It is no longer cold The sky is pure gold! Oh, here it is! The dawn!
White is the color of the moon, The color of doves who will be here soon The color of the sleet and rain The color of my soul and all my pain The color of a white star The color of the moon that lead me this far
The remains of what was my sanctuary lie in front of me. Yellow machines roar and roll back to from which they came My childhood lies in pieces at my feet. My memories Of hide and seek Of board games in the fort These woods of mine Forever gone
Life Something Beautiful Something we take for granted Something amazing Sorry this wasn't really good! This is my first haiku poem XD
A Butterflie's Colors Do Elegantly Flutter Gliding Higher In Joy, Kindly Leaping Merrily, Nicely Observing Plants, Quickly Roaming Sunny Take-offs Under Vibrant Wings X-traordinarily Yours Zooming
Each pointed with a different personality a speck falls to the ground with many others Blending in? Camouflage? no. Each delicate with smooth curvy lines? or A hard fine ... Only one alike The alike is that all different Snowflake. One made of many.
The grass was crunching like a giant stomping on a can What's that sound? Cloud white fur was following it Whose white fur? It is a knife with carrots Who is ... that you can snuggle up with That helps you dream The calmmest dreams The happiest ones.
