Next topic: your choice, but make it original! Time: no limit, just for fun to see who can make the most original poem. Who: anyone can join this originality thing!
I also love both of yours!! XD And maybe the meter's off a little at the end of yours, Reap, but it works just fine! ^_^!! I love 'em! XD Mine's definitely the least music-oriented, though!
Oh!! Good idea lady!!! But mabye we should at least have like a 5 hour time limit XP that's the problem with working fast though! No time to fix problems!
But u can make as many as u want. Here's mine, I have NO IDEA what posseded me to write about this, so don't ask!! Life of a piece of toast Into the cavern of certain death, Red hot wires burning into my flesh, Will I ever get out of this doom filled world? My charred skin comes off in pieces, So hot in here, I'm begging for mercy, *pop* I hear, and I'm finnaly out, Onto a plate I'm placed, Smeared with butter, and then with jam, To soothe the burns, to cool my head, Then into a cavernous hole I'm thrown, And crushed to pulp, But at least I'm not in the toaster.
I can't sing Don't ask me Not in a church or in the shower can't muster a note in tune I can't sing but I want to front a band or be in a chior bursting forth with a unchained melody If I could sing what was in my heart then I know just where I'd start in a major key I'd sing how I love you and all the world would stop to listen their souls would be lifted and their sorrows turned to joy If I could sing about you I'd never stop my song would go on and on and on because what I feel is more than words more than the prettiest song you've ever heard and if it were put to music it'd be a number one hit tune But I can't sing Don't ask me Just believe when I say I love you
I don't know what has posseded me to write about inanimate objects today, but here's another! A chair with wheels Children spinning round and round, I get dizzy long before they do, My fadded blue seat is worn, But I'm still comfortable. Dad on the computer working, I put on my serious posture, Mom shopping online for the kids, She sits back and relaxes, But then come the kids again, Twirling me, spinning me, Until I am sick, But I will do anything for my family, And if spinning is what they want, It's what they will get, For I'm a loyal chair.
I've decided that the battles won't be judged unless requested, but the EPIC POETRY WAR, will be judged by the group that isn't copeteing at the time.
Confidence rock I stand up high atop my stone. Hands on hips i claim my throne. My shirt whips back the serpent's breeze. It rocks the trees and tosses leaves. My feet plant firm to either side. They keep their grip and do not slide. The city's lights seem far below. From here the cars move very slow My awkward height will draw a croud. Their laughs and cheers will echo loud. "you can fly." the voices speak. "standing there u cant be weak!" "just lift your feet and soar with birds." "you'll not fail. Mark my words." The puffy clouds whisper by. I cannot ask them how or why. They're too far out, and i below, Could reach them if the wind would blow. And lift my feet above my knees, To talk to clouds and dwarf the trees. "you'll fall and die!" my conscience screams. "your blood will flow in mighty streams! "your bones will break and tendons stretch! "your lungs will scream and lips will retch!" These vicious thoughts were meant to scare. They did not even raise my hair. "to fly; to soar, i need not bleed!" My trembling lips betrayed my need. Darkness comes. The sun will set. "hurry now. You've flown not yet!" They speak much bow to urge me on, As if they fear the setting sun. "do it now!" "you're wasting time!" My will is there's, no longer mine. I crouch down low my chest puffed out. The voices start to scream and shout. The wind picks up. I raise my arms. My conscience sets off all alarms. But confidence holds strong and fast. I lift my legs And bust my @ss.