Poetry

by bellilou42

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random
Length: 1237

Poetry. If not mine, I will give credit. If no credit is stated, then it was by me.

If not mine, I will give credit. If no credit is stated, then it was by me.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-16 02:02:20 UTC

DISCORD by Amber Derp Herobrine

DISCORD

Hello good mam or sir!

My name is Discord you insignificant cur!

Oh well then discord you needn't be rude or cruel.

I wasn't I was simply telling you newels!

NO! Don’t you see?! You call people not by their name!

I was simply saying my mind! I thought it was tame!

Hrumph! You are not nice at all!

Boo-hoo. you are getting boring, why not tell me a story that is tall?

OK fine.

and make it rhyme!

once there was a pony,

he wanted a tony.

he wanted an oscar.

his friends told him it was a peace of non-star.

you are so boring you know.

why you I could throw-

goodbye I’m leaving you boring soul

good riddance get rid of your toll!

Pictures in the Ceiling

Look up,

At the ceiling

What do you see?

The spikes from the paint

Look like pictures to me

They make strange shapes

That I wonder about

This ones a monkey,

Or perhaps a trout

But either way you see it:

chicken or sword,

I am sitting here,

staring up,

being bored

What is Death?

What is death?

What is it really?

Is it the time to to leave the earth?

A path to another universe,

or the way or to the rebirth?

The Buddha’s meaning,

To connect with yourself,

Is that what the point is?

To reach nirvana,

And connect with gods,

Is that all that death is?

Do you end

because you have completed

life and shown

yourself worthy,

and that you have learned

all the meanings to learn?

What is death?

What is it really?

Problems by Truman (my friend)

If your bus breaks down

On your way into town

Don’t worry, ‘cause it’s no big deal

If your car won’t start

And you don’t feel smart

Don’t worry, it’s not an ordeal

What if I told you

I have problems too

You’d probably say you’re more down

Trust me it’s fine

You don’t want to know mine

My jetpack won’t come off the ground

What Was That? by Nikki (my friend)

What was that,

that sound?

That noise in that room,

Who is there?

It gave me quite a scare,

Ahhh! The closet door squeaked!

Oh, No, the door is opening!

Oh, Hi Mom.

Who Am I?

Nobody knows who I am,

they know my appearance,

my hobbies and fandoms,

but they don’t know who I am, not really.

They don’t feel what I feel,

or think how I think,

or understand exactly what I mean.

Nobody, not one person in this world,

knows who I really am,

Not even I.

Puddles

Splish

Splash

Wet

Colors (by multiple friends of mine)

YELLOW

Oh, hello there, fellow

You look weird in yellow

Oh, you're going to cry?

Okay, bye-bye!

Yes, you look HORRID in yellow!

RED

Hello there, Ted

You look bad in red!

Has it occured to you

It looks terrible too

Yes, you look bad in RED!

BLUE

Hello there, Sue

No offense to you

But you do look bad in blue

You’d really look just fine

If you dressed in lime.

Never mind you look just fine

But maybe…. oh nevermind!

PINK

Why hello there stink!

You look terrible in pink,

I think that mud,

Would look better, you dud,

Or maybe if you shrink.

Why Do You...? by Cole (my friend)

Why do you

Smell like poo

Why do you

Wear only one shoe

Why do you

KEEP READING THIS?

Halloween by Katelyn (my friend)

Costumes candy fun and games

while zombies feast on many brains

witches fly across the moon

while you are out in your costume

as some kids run in horror

you hide in the corner

something grabs your head with shame

its a zombie eating your brain

BLARG by Dawn Gem

Blarg

Nard

We are all our own

fard

Bard

We are unique

Shard

Card

we are all insane

BE PROUD OF THAT

I Seem to Have Been Cursed by Ryan (my friend)

I seem to have been cursed,

To a speech full of rhyme,

It’s power is the worst,

And works all the time.

I might try to stop one day,

(I will be happy then at last,)

“No more!” I’ll say,

I durst not say what I said last.

But as for now in this plague,

I am securely trapped,

In words transparent, soft and vague,

My patience almost snapped.

I shall curse the one,

That wicked evil creature,

Who caused this to be done,

I will scream and shout,

(Though not today,)

“Curse you English Teacher!”

Luna by Daphne (my friend)

At first I was the full moon,

Incent and bright.

Then an urge turned me to a new moon

I became a horrid creature and was sealed away into the night.

After I was released I was the half moon

I was no longer the darkness but that was how I was seen, against my might.

And now I am slowly waning back to that beautiful full moon

back to being a wonderful, guiding light.

WHAT? by Dawn Gem

What are we?

We could be a small thing on the universes knee.

What is the world?

Just a fold?

We all know this though

we are all in our own show

we are all our own

and that is all that is known.

Wind

Wind

I am the wind, blowing slowly, lightly through the warm summer breeze. I put flow into the emptiness of the air, making it feel like a mid-spring day. The cattails bow to me, but the trees stand tall, proudly waving their branches in my presence. I am calm and gentle, for nobody runs from me like they do when the storm clouds arrive. No one questions why I am here, I just am. I bend the corn stalks, and howl in the midst of the night. I am lonely, yearning for a friend, but I am alone. I am fine this way, I am a solo breeze, blowing into the heat like a gentle breath upon your bare skin. I own the air, and control the rest. I am the wind, blowing slowly, lightly through the warm summer breeze.

Disney World by Julia (my friend)

The cold bars on Expedition Everest,

Our juicy, delicious breakfast,

Mickey and Minnie taking a break,

freshly baked funnel cake,

my mom calling my name again and again,

Sadly, the fun has to end

My Meal by Ryan (my friend)

I tiptoe down the stairs,

And shiver in the nighttime airs.

I reach the bottom floor

An errand many would deplore.

My stomach rumbles angrily,

But I make it wait, stubbornly.

I pull on a small nylon jacket,

softly and devoid of racket.

Finally, to my belly’s delight,

I go down a long stair flight.

I travel to the cold dark cellar,

Which is full of food, pristine and stellar.

I look around in my ecstasy,

an choose out a tasty delicacy.

I throw together my tasty snack,

and go back upstairs to hack.

I chomp and crunch and chop,

My meal mixing with spittle and slop.

My happiness and joy overwhelm me,

And my heart races with warm energy.

Then I wipe up my face,

In a fervent race,

To run up the stairs,

In the nighttime airs.