The first thing I want to say: THESE WERE ALL WRITTEN BY ME. THESE ARE NOWHERE ON THE INTERNET. Okay, now I can continue. I am a poet at heart. I write poems. Feel free to comment, hate, troll, whatever. I don't care. Number one: Cat The cat creep in on silent feet, Like dusk creeps up on day. Ears laid back, it scents the air, Then, like a theif, steals away. As pink dawn comes, the cat is gone, Like color in the night. But only to wait for tomorrow's eve, Like the bat, who hides from the sun. Number Two I am I am Short amd tall, Fat and thin, Big and small, Smart and dumb, Clean and filthy, Quiet and loud, I am Imagination. Number Three Rainfall The rain falls like a breath. Or, perhaps a sigh. The rain is almost a miracle, Washing the stress from the land. It is like a silent voice, Calling the deer out to play. Then, the sun breaks through like an angel, And sings ite glory to the world. But rain comes again, And the Earth welcomes it with open arms. The rain falls like a breath, Or, perhaps a sigh. Hope you enjoy, I'll add more later!
Thanks Celeste! I kinda like your story, but since it's plagiarized.....sorry. I have some more, would you like me to post them?
I think they are actualy good, if your just going on forums trying to make everyone feel down you have not got a life
I have a brand-new poem, but I can't find it.....:cry: My Writing teacher NEVER likes anything we write, but when I showed her the new one (that I can't find) so I could type it, she actually wanted to read it to the class! That one, I hope, will be posted by at least tomorrow. In the meantime, I have another poem. What number am I up to now? Four, I think. Number Four Nature is Singing to Me The weeping willows are singing their sad, mournful song. The strong, brave oaks are muttering about courage and heroes. The birches are twittering with lusterous joy. And I am there, listening to it all. The robins are crying their melody of new birth. The finches are tweeting their gloating and gossip. The owls are hooting their wisdom and knowledge. And I am there, listening to it all. The brooks are babbling with laughter and happiness. The sun-dappled pools and sighing of calmness and serenity. The rushing rivers are thundering with energy and exitement. And I am there, listening to it all. As I take in this wonderful clamor, I realize, Nature is an alien world, There are hidden beings you've never even thought about, And creatures of the night you've never seen, All weaving their unique verses to Nature's concert And I think, Nature is singing to me. Sorry if the lines are a little messed up. Enjoy!
v.v I'm a poet too. I just have writer's block. Over a year old writer's block. Something's happened to my writing :| I'll get something out eventually.