{these are poems I made up in my free time hope you like them :)
Little Thieves
In the darkest of night, I tiptoe down the squeaky, staircase slid past the desk of The Mom. Past the warm fire blaze through the golden arches. Past the table to the kitchen door. Almost there you reach for the golden jar of all thing yummy. Suddenly "What are you doing up so late and are you in the kitchen" you answer with "food".
Memory Lane
Have you ever been to memory lane? I'm betting you have, it's the place we go to most offend next to la la land. You'll know that you're in memory lane. When you see old friends or family that you haven't seen since the last full moon. Here at memory lane so let's go all of us on the way to memory lane.
The Marine Battle
You hear the captain's cry to fire on his mark. You see the submarine coming at you faster and faster you know it's all over. For then all the water starts to go down the drain forming a Whirlpool you know it's over. When you hear your mother scream "Get out of the tube!" And if you don't, something even worst will happen than your sub being sucked, you'll have to deal with your worst battle of all.
The warriors of life
Life is a fight we must decide your self. If it's up to you. So ask yourself are you a fighter or are you a fallen?
The monster of the night
There's a monster of the night. with eyes of stone and hair made of darkens with a roar of death and claws of steel and yes it's my little kitty cat
Our gifts
we all have gift's some of them we don't know there gift's people say they are disabilities but they might be the key to doing things other people can't do so ever on has gift's but they need to find out what they are. Have you found yours?
The Nightmare
Nigh mare, night mare, go away I'd like to sleep another day. If you don't that's ok I'll run and scream all day.
The book
The book everyone is talking about, the one My sister can't put down. The one my friends can't put away. New York says it's a best seller but get this I hate it.
Why
Why is it that everyone one hates me, I don't try to bug them. Every time I try to make a friend, they just pull out a flyswatter and it always ends with a splat.
Castaway
Alone on the island, no one here or there just me myself and the island.
The sudden breeze blows, the trees as if something is coming but will it ever? I shall never know.
What should I do with death?
What should I do with death? Do I welcome it with open arms? Do I run away from it? Do I welcome it as an old friend? Do I fight it?
How to win the game of life
How do you win the game of life? Do you see the many days of life? Do you do your best in school or perhaps. We'll never know why until we finish the game of life.
The Song of the sword
The song of the sword is sung by everyone. The tears we cry or the pictures we tear. The day we sit in the corner of the room and cry your heart out. When you said you love me was I all a lie? The song of the sword goes and comes. But no one ever knows when.
Creature of the night
There is a creature of the night. With eyes of stone and hair made of darkness with a roar of death ad claws of steel and yes
Silent interments
You almost never hear it stays silent. You may hear it now and again but can you hear it for sore? When it comes down to where it counts it's the only interment you can hear
The ported on the wall
The ported on the Wall, l the one that could see right into your soul. The one your friends, stay far away from. The one your sister says, "O my gosh get that away from me" but I say on one hand it bugs you. On the other hand, it's my favorite painting.
Last Christmas tree
The last Christmas tree in the woods is at the top of where the mountain meets the moon. Where the hard wind blows and the mountains covered in snow. There the tree stands like an angle of ice, it's the last Christmas tree of the mountaintop.
Lost and found
She wasn't one to cry or scream but was able to look at life through a wall of thorns. Built around her heart to keep her safe from harm after an experience so early in life. Will she ever be able to take down her heart of stone to let light grow in her heart? Maybe she will be able to feel the love she was once deprived of. After all, it is the fracture in the wall, that permits the daylight in.
