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I walk along the business Dodging people and signs Trains and cars roar and screech, Racing along the asphalt road Monsters of buildings Spew grey smoke across the sky. People hurry along, minding their own things Never looking or stopping. But amidst the people of grey and blank Is a little girl, Skipping and humming along, taking her time a bounce to her step. She smiles and waves to me, Her wild red hair also grinning with pride.
(Hope you liked it, maybe you can help me a little with the title?)
Worry I scream, trying to run but the darkness engulfs me as black as the unending, lurching abyss of fear and confusion
This monstrous beast Has five heads. Though it has no eyes or teeth, they have strong, hard helmets. They grip, hold and dance and come in pairs.
(For reasons of not wanting to give anything away, I didn't put on the title at the front-Hands.)
I was once with my friends, When I saw a giant bug. I asked, "What's that?" And they asked, "What's what?" But then They saw The Bug. We screamed, Then we ran. (Some people should know what happened here...)
AS I TRY
SLLUURRRPP! Goes the straw, Making that hollow noise, As I painfully try, To get the final drops of milkshake. (Not really sure about this one...)
WHAT AM I?
In the begining, When I am jist new, I am long, sharp and pointy, Much to the delight of you.
I am used by you, Almost every single day, At home, in school, and... Sometimes even in play.
But, slowly, my tip grows dull, Short, and very small. I help you everyday, But recive no thanks AT ALL!
But then you put me in a hole, And quickly turn the crank. I feel new, fresh and young, So it is you I need to thank! WHAT AM I? (I know it's easy, but please don't post the answer.) I'll probably post more later...
As I stand by the tracks I hear the warmth of the comforting sound of the train Cutting through the dead silence of the Deathly blank night ^ ^This was the expand poem
Not sure what kind of poem this was called again
Cuddly Urn of Desperation Looks Yummy
Haiku
Softball can be fun It’s a really fun sport Though it’s dangerous
Do you know what I hear, Every single day? CLICK CLICK CLICKITY CLICK, They are going to pay!
But, it's not really all their fault, I'm partly to blame too. I make the noise when my buttons are pushed, So sorry for blaming you.
I'm used to go places, On the Internet. Push me around and click, To navigate, it's easy I bet!
I have a "tail" and buttons too, I click instead of squeak. But you should really know, That my namesake is small and meek. WHAT AM I?
LIMERICK TIME!
There was once a girl who liked pie, And she ate it with jam on rye. The pie was tired of this, Gave the girl a kiss, And then rolled out the door and said bye.
There was a girl who liked jam, The problem was that she liked to eat it with ham. She was angry so she crached a cart, But it was because her boyfriend broke her heart, So instead she ate a ram.
The was once a girl who liked honey, But, she had no money. So she got a hat, And traded it for a cat, But in the end got a bunny.
There was a girl who liked cheese, But every time she ate it she would wheeze. So she stuffed a peincil up her nose, And drank water out of a hose, But still she continued to wheeze. (This was so long)
Friendly people who, Respects you for who you are. Ignoring what people say about you. Enemies shy away from you when you are with them. Never feeling alone. Defending you from bullies' taunts Sharing happiness (Hmm...Acrostic Poetry...) One more poem!
Creeping, hunting And purring in it's owner's lap, Thinking of yummy fish.
Marshmallows roasted A bunch of gooey sweetness Liquefies in your mouth
(Maybe a little help with the title?)
There were two robins in my backyard. They built a nest and lived there, in our Japanese Maple tree My dad was angry, my mom was scared and me? I went to look, saw three eggs. Lying there, as blue as the sky that day. Soon the eggs hatched and the bird family, mom, dad, and three babies,
f l e w
a w a y.
In The Night....
As I looked outside, the WHOOSH - WHOOSH sound of the train disturbed my thought Drifting away into the night.
This poem is an acrostic poem based on the fact that our generation does not care about our troops or the families that are torn apart. Also the fact that we don't care about remembrance day and talk.
R- remember those fallen soldier's? But you don't care. E- emotion... no you're too good to stand still and observe two minutes of silence on remembrance day. M- Mussolini and Hitler who we continually fought and finally defeated E- each year soldiers dying for our freedom, but you don't care. M- maybe you should think about the families that were torn apart because of war. B- but you're too good to stand still for two minutes E- Emotional yet? R- remember, on remembrance day, stand still and show some respect.Crying now? ( I need a title if anyone could possibly help with that) Cinquain time Serene The gleaming stars isolated from life but yet I feel oh so content Peaceful Free verse Underneath The Ruble
Hate brewing from kin to kin, Guns in hand Ammunition strapped around their shoulders Blood shed on the sandy white beaches Once were green lush forests stood... Decaying bodies and shrapenal remain Parents left dead, and leaving behind orphans Kids carrying the weight of the world on their backs The river crying out blood, not blue tears of joy The birds song no longer heard amid the fighting People running with purpose, in hope of finding peace Their cries are heard in vain
Oh the cruel acts of war Ruining future generations Leading them into a dark abyss of endless darkness Brewing hate in children Blaming the "enemy" But after all aren't we all one race one people one tribe one big family let us hope that we don't forget it
B-Bad, blendered monster U-Us, why, we are the monster L-Laughing, instead of standing up L-Loathing, the prey, not the predator Y-Years go by before the monster dies, finally.
A ball of feathers A mind of cunning He's sitting and waiting Like the fruitcake in the fridge Never moving, patinence never stops Beady eyes so sharp May pierce the target it marks It dives.
I think this is my best poem, but there's still plenty of room for improvment...
I don't understand...
Why we think we are powerful soldiers, when we are grains of sand on an infinate beach Why love and peace earns a penny, while violence earns a fortune Why no one takes things into perspective
But most of all...
Why we see with our eyes, and never our hearts Why people don't fight back when evil decides to knock on other's doors Why only the children know what they're looking for
What I understand is...
That whirling red bond connecting friends and family Why every day of childhood will not fail to bring surprises Why an egg won't show you it's inside unless you decide to crack it open
There once was a very large cabbage who often called himself pwnage. Then one day came a moose who said "you are noob". But the cabbage still thought he was pwnage.
This poem is about cabbage. It is green and leafy. Some say it tastes like garbage. But I think it's very tasty. It can be purple or wrinkled. The cabbage has many relatives. The names begin with Brassica. Its brother is broccoli. Its sister is cauliflower. Its child is brussel sprouts. The cabbage's cousin is the mustard. Ont type called Brassica Juncea. The cabbage has many more relatives, too many to name in this poem. Cabbages are fantastic!
this poem is about history. any advice on a title?
he's a teacher who teaches from experience he has been threw times we can't even imagine things like living in trenches to bloody cold war. he has heard endless gunshots history is an ole wise man but he's still learning
So much depends upon the joy and giving of the red and green holiday of cheer,presents, and Santa.
Need help with the title. (As usual)
(And again, title anyone?)
I don't understand... why ice cream is cold why there can't be magic why there is always tomorrow
But most of all... why we yell why everyone fights to be first why nothing is ever perfect why we do nothing but watch, as the last drop of red becomes useless
What I understand most... why we have to go where life takes us why we're friends no matter what why we always, and always believe.
I don't understand why everyone is just a number in our world Why people don't show any compassion anymore I don't understand why poverty is just a "Number" that we can't fix Why we have become selfish, greedy, computer loving monsters Why we can't spare change for charity Or why we can't donate food to the needy We feel as if we can't accomplish anything and that we can't fix poverty or homelessness... But we can If everyone in Canada gave just one dollar to Unicef or Free the children or the united way food bank Our voices would be heard loud and clear from coast to coast across the globe so speak now let our voices be heard (made this up on the spot)
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I walk along the business
Dodging people and signs
Trains and cars roar and screech,
Racing along the asphalt road
Monsters of buildings
Spew grey smoke across the sky.
People hurry along, minding their own things
Never looking or stopping.
But amidst the people of grey and blank
Is a little girl,
Skipping and humming along, taking her time
a bounce to her step.
She smiles and waves to me,
Her wild red hair also grinning with pride.
(Hope you liked it, maybe you can help me a little with the title?)
Worry
I scream, trying to run
but the darkness engulfs me
as black as the unending, lurching abyss
of fear and confusion
This monstrous beast
Has five heads.
Though it has no eyes or teeth,
they have strong, hard helmets.
They grip, hold and dance
and come in pairs.
(For reasons of not wanting to give anything away, I didn't put on the title at the front-Hands.)
Haiku’s
Teddy bears are soft
They are balls of cuddly fluff
They just want a hug
Oxford is awesome
Some movies have been filmed there
University
Cinquain
Spacebeds
Not comfortable
Not really bouncy
It’s not a perfect ball of fluff
Spacebunks
Note: these are my second best poems of each category,not best.
THE BUG
I was once with my friends,
When I saw a giant bug.
I asked, "What's that?"
And they asked, "What's what?"
But then
They saw
The Bug.
We screamed,
Then we ran.
(Some people should know what happened here...)
AS I TRY
SLLUURRRPP! Goes the straw,
Making that hollow noise,
As I painfully try,
To get the final drops of milkshake.
(Not really sure about this one...)
WHAT AM I?
In the begining,
When I am jist new,
I am long, sharp and pointy,
Much to the delight of you.
I am used by you,
Almost every single day,
At home, in school, and...
Sometimes even in play.
But, slowly, my tip grows dull,
Short, and very small.
I help you everyday,
But recive no thanks AT ALL!
But then you put me in a hole,
And quickly turn the crank.
I feel new, fresh and young,
So it is you I need to thank!
WHAT AM I?
(I know it's easy, but please don't post the answer.)
I'll probably post more later...
Expand poem
As I stand by the tracks
I hear the warmth of the comforting sound of the train
Cutting through the dead silence of the
Deathly blank night
^
^This was the expand poem
Not sure what kind of poem this was called again
Cuddly
Urn of
Desperation
Looks
Yummy
Haiku
Softball can be fun
It’s a really fun sport
Though it’s dangerous
Cuddly
Urn of
Deperate
Desperation
Looks
Yummy
Apparently cuddly has two d's. The cuddly poem was kind of random. So please don't comment about that one.
Yay! More poems!
WHAT AM I?
Do you know what I hear,
Every single day?
CLICK CLICK CLICKITY CLICK,
They are going to pay!
But, it's not really all their fault,
I'm partly to blame too.
I make the noise when my buttons are pushed,
So sorry for blaming you.
I'm used to go places,
On the Internet.
Push me around and click,
To navigate, it's easy I bet!
I have a "tail" and buttons too,
I click instead of squeak.
But you should really know,
That my namesake is small and meek.
WHAT AM I?
LIMERICK TIME!
There was once a girl who liked pie,
And she ate it with jam on rye.
The pie was tired of this,
Gave the girl a kiss,
And then rolled out the door and said bye.
There was a girl who liked jam,
The problem was that she liked to eat it with ham.
She was angry so she crached a cart,
But it was because her boyfriend broke her heart,
So instead she ate a ram.
The was once a girl who liked honey,
But, she had no money.
So she got a hat,
And traded it for a cat,
But in the end got a bunny.
There was a girl who liked cheese,
But every time she ate it she would wheeze.
So she stuffed a peincil up her nose,
And drank water out of a hose,
But still she continued to wheeze.
(This was so long)
MORE POEMS!
Friendly people who,
Respects you for who you are.
Ignoring what people say about you.
Enemies shy away from you when you are with them.
Never feeling alone.
Defending you from bullies' taunts
Sharing happiness
(Hmm...Acrostic Poetry...)
One more poem!
Creeping, hunting
And purring in it's owner's lap,
Thinking of yummy fish.
fifteen, for the title, maybe...The Little Girl....or...Carefree...or someting like that...
Marshmallows
Marshmallows roasted
A bunch of gooey sweetness
Liquefies in your mouth
(Maybe a little help with the title?)
There were two robins
in my backyard.
They built a nest
and lived there, in our Japanese Maple tree
My dad was angry, my mom was scared and me?
I went to look,
saw three eggs.
Lying there, as blue as the sky that day.
Soon the eggs hatched
and the bird family,
mom,
dad,
and three babies,
f
l
e
w
a
w
a
y.
In The Night....
As I looked outside,
the WHOOSH - WHOOSH sound of the train disturbed my thought
Drifting away into the night.
(don't really have a title)
What am I?
bam,crash,clang,bang
you fix me up nice
but then i'm broken down again
you'll have to pay a price
people might run into me
and hurt themselves at most
but I stand there protecting you
except maybe from ghosts
I'm tall as tall,I'm pretty thin
I provide privacy
but even though, i'm really strong
you humans keep a key
you slam me when your angry
be careful when you do
you can paint me any colour
I'm always here for you
I dont uderstand...
why people hurt others
why we all want to win
why I hate my sister
why people do crimes and sins
But most of all...
why we're not all one religion
why we have age
why some kids don't have friends
why we all don't beleive in god
I do understand...
why we have rain
why we need school
why i get punished
why we shed tears
Lymerick- (not sure if its my favourite lymerick)
ALL BECAUSE OF A BET
a cow and a moose met
they decided to make a bet
whoever can't cry
while eating some pie
will have to get very wet
so young moosy said to a goose
"there's a wild dog on the loose"
"you better beware"
he'll give you a scare"
then he laughed and drank some juice
then the goose ran up to the cow
who stopped laughing right about now
there's a crazy moose
he's on the loose
now go and hit him-POW!
Nine, maybe...As Blue As The Sky...or Two Little Robins
I've just realized something...I'm really bad at writing happy poems like lymericks, mine were horrible.
this is based on what happened today
your good friend
is now
my enemy
revenge comes
tomorrow
she scar
my face
it is bleeding
i will never
forgive her
please help me with my problem. this actually happen.
Fifteen.
Maybe
Beneath the rubble
or...Oblivious
Wow! Some really amazing poems here. Very enjoyable to read. Great work!
Woah! Mr.Lyons came on here!!! and he is reading these...0_0
Bodies lay sprawled
and worn
On the hills
They were innocent
but not spared
Fighting for the freedom
Of their people
Who can compensate
For the loss
Not me
Not you
and Not even God
Acrostic poems
Victim 1(in the bullies point of view)
V-Vulnerable
I-Is always hiding
C-Crybaby
T-To scared to come out
I-Is afraid of
M-Me, the "bully"
Victim 2 (in the victims point of view)
V-Vanishing dreams
I-I hope someone will rescue me
C-Calling for help
T-Tattletaling, can't risk it
I-I don't want you to hurt
M-Me anymore
(more to come!)
This poem is an acrostic poem based on the fact that our generation does not care about our troops or the families that are torn apart. Also the fact that we don't care about remembrance day and talk.
R- remember those fallen soldier's? But you don't care.
E- emotion... no you're too good to stand still and observe two minutes of silence on remembrance day.
M- Mussolini and Hitler who we continually fought and finally defeated
E- each year soldiers dying for our freedom, but you don't care.
M- maybe you should think about the families that were torn apart because of war.
B- but you're too good to stand still for two minutes
E- Emotional yet?
R- remember, on remembrance day, stand still and show some respect.Crying now?
( I need a title if anyone could possibly help with that) Cinquain time
Serene
The gleaming stars
isolated from life
but yet I feel oh so content
Peaceful
Free verse
Underneath The Ruble
Hate brewing from kin to kin, Guns in hand
Ammunition strapped around their shoulders
Blood shed on the sandy white beaches
Once were green lush forests stood...
Decaying bodies and shrapenal remain
Parents left dead, and leaving behind orphans
Kids carrying the weight of the world on their backs
The river crying out blood, not blue tears of joy
The birds song no longer heard amid the fighting
People running with purpose, in hope of finding peace
Their cries are heard in vain
Oh the cruel acts of war
Ruining future generations
Leading them into a dark abyss of endless darkness
Brewing hate in children
Blaming the "enemy"
But after all aren't we all one race
one people
one tribe
one big family
let us hope that we don't forget it
Feel free to criticize
His body falls
and the picture
he holds
falls with him
I picked it up
and saw
a girl and her mother and him
But most of all
I saw happiness
In this world
of destruction
He loved that women
and his daughter
He fought for them
and for his country
But in the opposite trench
A man holds a smoking gun
and staring at the dead man
He just killed
Where am I?
there is fear here
But why do these men
wear only a mask of determination
Where am I?
This place reeks of human waste
Where Am I?
"In the trench"
he answers
All stoic and proud
You are fighting the enemy.
I look down at my clohing
ragged and torn
I am fighting the enemy
and for my country
I feel brave
and run over the trench
Pain
and blood
course through my veins
I am shot
but not dead
they want me to suffer
and die for my my country
I am humble
and as my eyes close
I say only two words
Peace, brother
I have deep respect
For those still fighting
I can see my grave
Here lies...
I don't want
for them to die
and have a grave
just like mine
I feel no anger now
and no pain
and no anger
for the men who shot me
For I know
I fought for my country
and they fought for theirs
just made those poems just posed up on the spot but i think they are pretty good. But I still need a title
(I made this on the spot)
lollipops taste good
they are rainbows of sugar
lollipops are cool
I don't understand
I thought we were friends
We were never supposed
to be fighting
each other
You changed
because of one person's words
You are different
and trying to kill me
Don't be like this
understand that we are friends
Please don't do this
So
Harshly thrown
Away beaucse no one
Took any
Time to
Empatheticly
Remember
Everything you
Did for them
A shimmering craft
Slicing through the air in space
A wonderful view
There was a bird named Randy
She ate lots of candy
And she got so fat that her mother's cat
Tried to bite her friend Mandy
Mandy got really mad
So she tried to call her dad
But if only she'd known
Randy broke her phone
Now she'll just be sad
Randy's mom's cat
doesn't like Mandy 'cause she's not fat
so it cried and cried
until it almost died
and peed on Randy's mat
Randy felt ashamed
for her cat was not tamed
so she bought some fish
and put it in a dish
the cat was finally entertained
Poverty strikes
According to Averages
I don't get why
Nameless people are poor
Im stuuck on the ceiling
sleeping all the time
but when you come around
then you let me shine
Im there in the morning
Giving you some sight
And when you are tired
there is no more light
Im transparent thing
ive got nothing to hide
but you cant toss me around
or ill lose my insides
You use me all day
And i rest at night
But when the day comes
there is no more light
What am I?
There once was a guy named Bob
He went out to find a job
As he went into the street
He stabbed his own feet
and that was the end of Bob
My Report Card Poem
Right to peek inside
Envying others
Postive, always
Obeying orders
Ready to lunge
Torture
Cannot wait anymore
Argueing on marks
Report on yourself
Deathly
See if you can guess what this is...
Nice, soft and friendly
That's what I am,
I'm stuffed up with kindness,
And my name is Sam.
You get happy and cuddly,
when I am around.
What'd you do with out me?
You'd scream and then shout!
You like hugging me,
Maybe play pretend,
I just feel so happy,
Cause you're my best friend.
You seem to forget me,
When you start to grow,
What about the good times?
Now I'm alonely and cold!
B-Bad, blendered monster
U-Us, why, we are the monster
L-Laughing, instead of standing up
L-Loathing, the prey, not the predator
Y-Years go by before the monster dies, finally.
A Riddle...
A ball of feathers
A mind of cunning
He's sitting and waiting
Like the fruitcake in the fridge
Never moving, patinence never stops
Beady eyes so sharp
May pierce the target it marks
It dives.
I think this is my best poem, but there's still plenty of room for improvment...
I don't understand...
Why we think we are powerful soldiers, when we are grains of sand on an infinate beach
Why love and peace earns a penny, while violence earns a fortune
Why no one takes things into perspective
But most of all...
Why we see with our eyes, and never our hearts
Why people don't fight back when evil decides to knock on other's doors
Why only the children know what they're looking for
What I understand is...
That whirling red bond connecting friends and family
Why every day of childhood will not fail to bring surprises
Why an egg won't show you it's inside unless you decide to crack it open
B-Burnt
U-Under
L-Layers of calling kids
L-Loser
Y-Yes me a bully
Laying on the curb
Watching
Knowing
People look
The past is a burden
The future is not to know
Now hold my hand
And I will help you
With the journey of life
As the last soldier falls
The cry of loss
Echoes in the night
When life
Was cruel
We held on
I'm open to any suggestions you have and help me with titles please!
@ fifteen you could make the last line of your girl with red hair poem into
she smiles at me
grinning with pride
her red hair tumbling back
What is the red hair poem about,15?
The evil in our hearts
takes over
in the uncertain
The bad in our bodies
will unleash it's power
I we don't stand
with pride
and confidence
We willnever be
Ourselves
The Milkshake Poem
I tried. Craving the last drops
In desperation.
The pain of the empty hollow noise.
Hopelessness
(Needs title please suggest)
V-Vulnerable
I-Insecure
C-Cautious
T-Timid
I-Intimidated
M-Marred
Life is so simle
When youare young
Grow up
Get a steady job
Raise a family
and care
But when you try
to realized those dreams
you realize
Life isn't so simple
and the dreams you had
fade into the background
Astronaut Food
dehydrated colourless
healthy-consumed for months
cooked in a convection oven
dried supplements
there once was a bee in a hole
he wanted to live in ab owl
he tried to escape
but got caught in a cape
but ended up on apole
the bee tried to escape again
but got sqashed by a bunch of men
he cried out in pain
and walked off to spain
and got his wing fixed bya hen
there once was a monster with bins
the bins were all full of limbs
they started to stink
so he dumped them ina sink
and now he's collecting chins
CHOCOLATE
chocolate ice cream
chocolate cake
chocoalte chocolate
everyday!
(this was a just a random bad poem)
in class im really hungry
my tummies always grumbling
i can't wait for lunch
my favourite part of the day
so i can snack away on my food
There once was a very large cabbage
who often called himself pwnage.
Then one day came a moose
who said "you are noob".
But the cabbage still thought he was pwnage.
Mealtime on the ISS
fussy,messy
No! It's flying away!
Delicious food, in the unknown
We Eat!
This poem is about cabbage.
It is green and leafy.
Some say it tastes like garbage.
But I think it's very tasty.
It can be purple or wrinkled.
The cabbage has many relatives.
The names begin with Brassica.
Its brother is broccoli.
Its sister is cauliflower.
Its child is brussel sprouts.
The cabbage's cousin is the mustard.
Ont type called Brassica Juncea.
The cabbage has many more relatives,
too many to name in this poem.
Cabbages are fantastic!
this poem is about history. any advice on a title?
he's a
teacher
who teaches
from experience
he has
been threw times
we can't
even imagine
things like
living in
trenches
to bloody cold
war.
he has heard
endless
gunshots
history is an ole
wise man
but he's still
learning
so much depends upon
a splatter lake of redness
left on the floor
meaning
so
much
any advice?
So much
depends upon
that tall
ancient tree
breathing out
life helping
us thrive
and survive
So much
depends upon
that short
pencil glazed
with hope
I depend
on this
great pencil
So much
depends upon
video games
for entertainment
for me
on the
weekends to
survive school
Any title suggestions?
Hmmmmmm...... sixteen, maybe "life's supporter" for your first one? And maybe "THE AWESOME PENCIL" for your second one?
oh....And seven, I think your poem's great! Need any help with the title?
Great work guys! I love all your poems!!!
So much
depends upon
the joy and giving
of the
red and green
holiday
of cheer,presents,
and Santa.
Need help with the title. (As usual)
(And again, title anyone?)
I don't understand...
why ice cream is cold
why there can't be magic
why there is always tomorrow
But most of all...
why we yell
why everyone fights to be first
why nothing is ever perfect
why we do nothing but watch, as the last drop of red becomes useless
What I understand most...
why we have to go where life takes us
why we're friends no matter what
why we always, and always believe.
to nine, yeah, i need help with my titles
Seven, All I Can think of right now is "lake of redness, lake of redness!" so lake of redness???
Or maybe.... remains of red?
im talking about blood for the redness.
how about my poem about history
It's really hard to think of title for war and blood poems. Don't you think so? Maybe " Teacher of war, or his history" something like that...
mr lyons said that it was too explicit
the i don't understand poem should be call i don't understand shouldn't it
Then I don't Know....
By the way, Since our names are numbers,I have no idea who anyone is. (except for a few.)
some of my haiku on colour
looking up there is
the blue paint splattering the sky
having life and peace
forgive and forget
the red splatter on the floor
her life has ended
Ｓｏ ｍｕｃｈ ｄｅｐｅｎｄｓ ｕｐｏｎ ｐｏｅｍｓ
Ｓｏ ｍｕｃｈ
ｄｅｐｅｎｄｓ ｕｐｏｎ
ｔｈｏｓｅ ｂｌｕｅ
ｓｕｅｄｅ ｓｈｏｅｓ
ｃａｋｅｄ ｉｎ ｍｕｄ
ｓｏｌｅｍｌｙ ｌｙｉｎｇ
ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｃｌｏｓｅｔ
ｆｏｒｇｏｔｔｅｎ
（ｎｅｅｄｓ ａｄｖｉｃｅ）
24, you have 17 words
It really doesn't matter.
yeah
Plastic bag
Do you ever feel
You can't reach anywhere
Soaring through the sky
Wanting to start again
Do you ever know
You will never land
You will float off
Never to be seen
Do you ever think
The world is only that big
Fling around
Crashing into buildings
Did you ever see
All your fellow mates
Trapped in the fill
never dieing out
A River Ran Wild
A river ran wild
Between the pebbles
Under the trees
And
Under the sky
But…
I knew a boy
I watched as he grew up
He built a factory on me
And
Polluted my water
Now…
The sky is grey
The water is grey
There is nothing that is not grey
Soon…
The water ran out
His factory shut down
And
He moved away
But…
Before he went
He patted my back
‘I’m sorry’ he said
And he walked away
Before he disappeared
He looked at me once more
He sighed
And went on his way
The river never ran wild again
The pebbles stuck there
covered in dust
Is that really your poem seventeen? Cool. I think you should maybe change the end a bit, just the last line.
Here are some of my space Haikus...
Shooting out of space
with smoke blasting out to us
so grey like dark clouds
You look up and see
a tiny dot escaping
like a shooting star
So much depends upon
A
Loyal dog
Caring for
You
No matter what
Happens
To it
So much depends upon
A book
With all the
Information
You will need
To be
Successful
So much depends upon
Wildlife
Making our
Ecosystem
Free and wild
Running around
Beautiful
Landscape
Please help me improve my poems.Sorry if I got it a little late.)
We might have drifted off
We might have slept forever
Earth fades in out eyes
Thanks, nine.
Which MP3
Mark can ‘t choose between
A red or blue Mp3
So he gave Eric a call
And told him to come to the mall
Eric told him green is awesome get green
Mark was sad
He thought green looked bad
It was rather blue or red
Or he will go to bed
So mark called his dad
Green is good
Son, you understood
Just get green
There is no difference between
Now Mark is in a really bad mood
(I don't really like it right now... help!)
I'm crouching in your kitchen
as still as one can be
Expecting you to turn me on
and make your hands look clean
My neck's made out of metal
that act like eyes so round
along with 2 turning wheels
that makes me cold or hot
You stare at meand let me cry
so roaring loud with plea
that place that was so quiet
is as loud as it could be
Drip,drip,drip and splashing sound
are the special sounds I make
No one imitates better than me
except the nearby lake
(please give me some ideas and a title...please)
A-alert
N-noisy
D-dominate
Y-young
nineteen, I really like your poem.Cool!
So much depends upon...
A red river
Flowing down
The narrow
Valley above
The clear
Blue sky
Across the
Deserted land
A girl
Wlaking across
The narrow
red river
With her
Knees covered
With mud
And laughter
A house
surrounded with
purple flowers
and a
grey roof
splattered with
rain, sadness
and hope
A heart
filled with
love, caring
for the
ones lost
breathing for
the ones
so loved
A tree
alone,standing
in the
moonlight shaking
quivering with
fear of
those in
the sun
The bright
sun shining
down on
the grass
with dew
sparkling beyond
the darkness
in me
(tell me which is best and how to improve)
I don't understand why everyone is just a number in our world
Why people don't show any compassion anymore
I don't understand why poverty is just a "Number" that we can't fix
Why we have become selfish, greedy, computer loving monsters
Why we can't spare change for charity
Or why we can't donate food to the needy
We feel as if we can't accomplish anything and that we can't fix poverty or homelessness...
But we can
If everyone in Canada gave just one dollar to Unicef or Free the children or the united way food bank
Our voices would be heard
loud and clear
from coast to coast
across the globe
so speak now
let our voices be heard (made this up on the spot)
Simple Definitions
Pink- The last flower petal before winter
Haiku
Water blobs floating
As we are leaving the earth
I am so nervous
So Much Depends Upon…
So much
Depends
Upon the first
Blossom
After the harsh
Winter, to
Tell that
Spring’s here
How can you be sure
When you sing
to the heavens
your voice is heard
It takes a leap of faith
and a whole lot
of belief
in God
But if he heard us
Wouldn't he have fixed
all our problems
and all our faults
The future is in our hands
We decide
It's our lives
and our world
(made it up on the sopt)
hey seventeen the first stanza of your plastic bag poem is almost firework
(help with titles)
so much depends upon
the cold winter wind
leaving the last leaf
alone
so much depends upon
the small piece of paper
with little printed letters
which control your lifes path
one, I like your poems. Maybe you could make the title of the first poem something like Cold Winter Winds or something
Need help with titles plox
Haikus
Here, five syllables.
Oh, so you want seven more.
Fine, but here is five.
(So random)
hey ten i like the funk factor of your syllables poem
Thanks! I got the idea from a book...
So much depends upon poems
(No copying!)
So much
Depends upon
An inspired
Artist, whose
Flowing brush
Sweeps over
A canvas,
Inspiring others.
Do much depends upon,
The SWISH SWISH SWISH,
Of a windsheild wiper,
Wiping away slushy snow.
(This one was random...)
Haiku
Japanese culture
manga and anime too
including haiku
日本文化
マンガやアニメも
俳句を含む
Haiku is Japanese so to appreciate it I wrote it about Japn and even google translated it to Japanese.
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