DISCORD by Amber Derp HerobrineView OnlinePoetryDISCORD by Amber Derp HerobrineDISCORD 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 CeilingView OnlinePoetryPictures in the CeilingLook 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?View OnlinePoetryWhat 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)View OnlinePoetryProblems 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)View OnlinePoetryWhat 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?View OnlinePoetryWho 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.
Colors (by multiple friends of mine)View OnlinePoetryColors (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)View OnlinePoetryWhy 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)View OnlinePoetryHalloween 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 GemView OnlinePoetryBLARG by Dawn GemBlarg 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)View OnlinePoetryI 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)View OnlinePoetryLuna 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 GemView OnlinePoetryWHAT? by Dawn GemWhat 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.
WindView OnlinePoetryWindWind 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)View OnlinePoetryDisney 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)View OnlinePoetryMy 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.
