Hold on, grabbed the wrong notebook...Only two poems today because I had a buttload of homework and I did almost all of it in study hall...I promise to have four for you tomorrow! I'll be a good bunny! Getting annoyed with me posting all day? Well, you shouldn't be. I'm hard at work on chapter six of A Small World, A Large Heart and if I get six votes on this entire book I'll post the next chapter for The World Was Mine. I'll explain the...unique titles that were today's poems...erm, after them. So, happy reading!
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Oh, sweet savior, you've come at last
To save me from my dismal past
And the chains that bind me so,
That keep me from where I want to go.
Oh, mountains, I've missed you!
Keep me safe from harm.
To your word you've kept true;
You still have that charm
I remember in my heart.
We're birds on a wire,
Trapped here like so.
The house is on fire,
So you'd better go.
Ashes and Angels, Rubies and Fangs
Accompanying bashes, booms and bangs.
Take me, please, higher
I just want to hide.
We're birds on a wire
With you by my side.
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These poems don't have much sense in them, do they? I wanted to focus on making them ryhme. So, I called the first one Potluck partly because I was hungry at the moment and wanted some beef and partly because it's just kind of lucky for the subject to get out of their self-made chains. The second one is another Furuba reference; I'm so sorry to those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about!! But one of the characters said, "We're birds on a wire!" when he really meant, "We're birds of a feather!". It struck me, though, and the two people are in a burning building and they're on a wire because they don't know what to do next. I capitolized those words for a reason, they're the nicknames of some of my friends; Ashes, Angel, Ruby, and I'm Fang. Ruby doesn't like that nickname much, but she's stuck with it!~ Anyway, comment and vote? Please? With sugar and whipped cream and sprinkles and strawberries and blueberries on top?
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Poems From Study Hall
PoetryPoems that are written in study hall and that may have no sense sometimes!