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Post by The Happy Bush on Jan 2, 2007 6:01:06 GMT -5
Do you like my poem below? The white tulip:
As the wind blew the gray clouds, Making them growl out loud, Down below grew a tulip batch, In the middle was one that did not match, With its smooth white petals, And its stem so brittle, How it swayed when the wind blew, People would see that it should stick to the ground like glue, But so beatiful and delicate as it is, Clouding your eyes with mist, It couldn't last long for no flower, Can stick to the groud forever.
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Post by Firetail on Jan 2, 2007 7:02:14 GMT -5
I like it OK. It's a good poem.
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Post by The Happy Bush on Jan 11, 2007 11:21:03 GMT -5
What about this one? Inspiration:
Greening leaves on the trees, Getting blowed by the winds, Sending them into a swaying matter, Urging you into your own world without chatter, Making an atmosphere of beauty, Calming your mind, Handing you ideas, Giving you a strange sensation, Of a thing called inspiration.
P.S. I have another one, but I think its a bit too....'sad' ish to post.
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Post by The Happy Bush on Jan 11, 2007 22:43:43 GMT -5
hm.....maybe i should post it.......
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Hold..........
I believe......
Maybe........here. The cold winds:
None knows how cold the winds blow in my heart, It's cold icy breath, Freezing everything in its path, Driving the living into the dark, Where no scream can be heard, Where no shout can be bellowed, Memories forgotten keep coming back, Leaving its mark as a bitter taste, Allowing me to shiver and shiver, It creeps into my body and mind, I have no more hope and am no longer bold, I'm just waiting for the last beat of my part.
-is it bad?
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Post by silverjet on Jan 17, 2007 8:49:18 GMT -5
like both of the poems. i cant rhyme a good poem if my life deppended on it. i just write from the heart. but its really good. i like it lots!
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Post by The Happy Bush on Jan 17, 2007 13:15:39 GMT -5
Thanks Silverjet! Here's another one, I was feeling rather sad the other day so i wrote it! To begin a new:
Left out of everything, The distance is too far to meassure by anything, The sadness overwhelms, But it meant nothing to them, Anger burns deeply in my heart, Why does no one care about my part?
While the others were playing games, I only have myself to blame, Alone and so depressed, I'm so hurt and stressed, Wish I was gone from this, Wish I never exist, I am pale outside, Because I'm bleeding inside, My confidence is breaking, I had enough of hoping.
Screaming my silent scream, They have crushed all my dreams, I'm so sick and tired, That I always get fired, Sheding my tears on the end of everyday, This is the end of my way.
Taking past photos out to cherish the memories, When I once lived out happily, They are the past forever now, Gone from the reality that blows, This is the end of my way, And for me to begin a new one each passing day.
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Post by The Happy Bush on Jan 21, 2007 8:20:18 GMT -5
Those Shadows:
Late one lonely night, When on my computer typing with no light, There is something behind me, It's someone I can't see.
Lurking in those shawdows, While I'm here up in the shallows, Waiting to pounce at me, Patiently targeting the part of me.
Scampering, it's coming near, Thumpering, my heart feels like some gear, Every direction, its running now, Then silence, where it went, oh how?
Warm breath blew my neck, I turn, to see nothing except black, A twich at my arm, Again, where is it? I'm alarmed.
Two hands on my shoulders, Trapping me with it's grip like boulders, Oh, it's cold and freezing, I wiped my arm back, to feel something breezy.
To the lights I ran, I must go, there I will land, But it sucked me into it's dark hole, Resulting me to awake in my bed-- okay and still whole.
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Post by silverjet on Jan 27, 2007 20:10:53 GMT -5
i feel like that right now on this site! no one posts on my things! i feel SO left out
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Post by The Happy Bush on Jan 28, 2007 12:38:35 GMT -5
Dang! I'm not only not getting any ideas for poems but losing my talent in writing them! Ahhh!
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Post by silverjet on Feb 3, 2007 17:18:56 GMT -5
alright thats it im leaving this site. no one pays attention to me.
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Post by The Happy Bush on Feb 11, 2007 9:49:11 GMT -5
Icy night
Out in the moisty night, In the middle of a frozen pool, With red ruby skates, The misty air surrounded, Gracefully twirling and dancing, The shimmering glitter on the ice-- is her light.
Lonely yet peaceful, Distant and mysterious, Unknown, hidden behind the veil, Which covers it all, Stars lit the night sky, And the snow so beautiful.
On her skates she danced, Her hands gracefully swaying, While the moonlight shines down, Futher and further she slides, Into the shadows, Far into the woods-- disapearing within a glace.
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Post by The Happy Bush on Feb 11, 2007 9:49:37 GMT -5
erg, how is it?
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Post by The Happy Bush on Mar 12, 2007 4:43:29 GMT -5
Here tonight:
This one dark night, Clouds covered the sky, Causing roads to darken, Resulting to lost souls.
This one night, People sleeping in homes, Out in the mist, a distant scream From a person being stabbed.
This night, Thunder shook the city, Casting flashes to the ground, Terrifying children in their beds.
Tonight, A shadow moves silently, From side to side, Lurking in corners, waiting for its victims.
Night, A time when the nocturnal walks, On earth, on this world, Either doing no harm-- or seek revenge on a living soul.
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