Best poems ever
The air was crisp and damp with a chill of autumn air,
The soil felt cool beneath my feet.
The gentle breeze blew upon my face,
And I watched the sun slowly rise as
Nature slowly awoken from its sleep.
I watched the colorful sky turn from a bright red to a pinkish yellow.
I listened to the peaceful sounds of birds and rustling leaves.
But as the day wore on,
I grew weary and I fell asleep.
I awoke to find the howling wind was blowing with
great might.
The sky was utterly gloomy and dark with unwholesome light.
As time passed by,
Tiny crystal-like droplets began to fall through the sky.
It was as cold as it could be.
Faint sounds of dripping filled my ears,
Never seeming to end,
Drip, drip, drip it went.
And as I watched the once beautiful sky
Turn from a light blue to a blackish dye.
Sorrowful teardrops from the sky poured
With grief upon the world of Mortal Lives
Thunder was heard from above
Mortal actions, angry gods
Could it be just playing taunts?
But the tears continued to drop
The air felt cool with a dampness in the air,
The sky had stopped crying,
The thunder had stopped rumbling.
Dripping from the sky has stopped.
The world was once again calm and tranquil
Full of peaceful, yet comforting sounds.
The ever-occurring storm had once again subsided,
And Nature was preparing for its great sleep
For it was dusk
And the sun casted a glow of magnificence upon
The horizon where sky and earth meets
The wind was calm and once again blew with a gentle breeze.
The sound of rustling leaves and crickets sang in the night.
The moon, now high in the sky,
emitted a moonlit glow both eerie and bright.
The air once again felt crisp and cool,
It was another day of Autumn’s dew.
By Wei
The train is coming
The train is coming
woo woo
waa waa
wee wee
too too
The train is coming
The train is coming
too too
waa waa
wee wee
woo woo
By Ada
i thought u might have stayed
if id had the guts
i would have pushed my luck
but then i might have turned away
how do i explain?
i know its sounds insane
but then ive been through this b4
in just a matter of time
u could change ur mind
u could turn and walk right through that door!
By Sandi
Ada was sitting on mat
Petting her cat
When Elvis hit her with a bat
So Ada screamed SCAT!
By Ali
Ada was bawling
Elvis asked what's chilling
Ada said sandi had been drinkin
and had fallen over the railing
By Ali
Sandi had to wake up five in the morning,
It was real boring.
She waited for the guests,
and swatted the pests.
Once the party started,
she got real parted.
She started to drink,
as her face start to pink.
She danced,
she pranced.
Through the hours,
through the night.
By Ali
Yesterday night,
there was a fine knight.
Checkin sandi out
By Ali
bullets are ripping through my chest....
i wish i had a bullet proof vest!
By the great Homun,an excerpt from "homun's great poetry book"
She sells bullet shells by the sea shore
By the great Homun,an excerpt from "homun's great poetry book"
i'm happy, i'm feeling glad
i've got sunshine in a bag
i'm useless but not for long
the future is comming on
By the great Homun,an excerpt from "homun's great poetry book"
Flor-henry
there once was a boy with no friends,
kiddy parks and playgrounds he'd attend.
he tried to act cool,
but acted a fool;
he's very gay, the end!
By the great Homun,an excerpt from "homun's great poetry book"
Every person can be feeling blue,
Sad, unhappy, and depressed.
But why be blue when you can be green,
Feeling sick, and when you need some Listerine!
Other days you might feel red,
Angry, irritated, and you climb on peoples’ heads!
No matter how great these colors are,
I still prefer being yellow,
Happy, giving, and content.
Different colors describe different people,
But doesn’t these colors describe me totally?
By Wei
Life is like a burning candle,
Its flame flickers lively in the dark.
Standing bold and tall, never afraid,
It emits a strong, bright light.
And as the flame continues to burn, the wax melts,
Shortening the candle as each second goes by.
Finally, the candle is used to its fullest
And it is no longer tall and bold,
But short and insecure.
Its light is not as bright as before,
Yet it grows dimmer, weaker,
Until finally, the flame dies out.
By Wei
Roses
The season of spring
Blossoming everywhere with delicate flowers
As the snow slowly melted
Under the morning sun
Its pedals bold,
It contrasted the bluish sky
As it grew
Taller and taller as time passed by.
Its reddish pigment
Brilliantly bright,
Stands out under the morning light.
But as it awakened,
Its thorns grew large.
Prickling those
Who picks it.
And as the seasons passed willingly by,
The days grow colder,
Lifeless to nature.
Once again the rose would wilt
No longer bold and gallant under the morning light
And finally,
Winter has come
Frost and snow cover the
Once bold and contrasting pedals of red
Turning it into a lifeless brown
The life of the rose
Finally ends
By Wei
