Here I will post any poems that I have to do for school. Feel free to comment on them.
Note: I have not copied them Emily...or who-ever else from my class is reading this.
Seasons
Four seasons we have, each with a price. At times each are fun and at times not so nice. However we endure them with effortless ease, With heaters and coolers to warm up our knees.
Summer brings sunlight, and warm blue-sky days. Nothing is free from the suns bright rays. But sometimes the heat can get too much to bear. So inside we retreat, where we condition the air.
Autumn is known as the season of Fall, When the leaves leave the trees making them look so small. The footpath is littered with hue of red and green, And up on the trees not a leaf is to be seen.
Next is Winter, filled with coldness and gloom. The sheer frostyness enters each room. A heater is all that we can use to stop it, But we can rug up in blankets and learn how to knit.
Finally Spring is here and in the air, The air is now warmer and no-one has a care. The End of School is suddenly in sight. And the cold chill of Winter is gone from the night.
you write great poetry. unlike other poetry i've read before yours is not empty of feeling or just words on paper; yours flows full of emotions. i really like the way the you write. =)
Well...I was sitting infront of my computer...and I just felt the urge to write something...since I am reasonably good at poetry (from feedback i've got) I decided to write a poem.
DISCLAIMER: This is not directed towards anyone, because to that person (you know who you are) I promised I wouldn't write you a poem...
This is just me expressing my feelings, and is in no way directed at anyone, except myself. Well...time to write...
Well here I am, And the world is still spinning. I am out of options, And am far from grinning.
I don't know what to do, I don't know how. I don't care what happens, To me right about now.
A mutilated heart, Strangled inside me. Old wounds never healed, Will never let me be.
Each time a new blow, Smashes my heart. The wounds of old, Are torn apart.
The girl that I loved, Dumping me for my friend. Always being rejected, My pain has no end.
But I am not dumb, for life must not stop. And by writing these things, I can re-climb to the top.
Eventually this will turn out well, And things will be fine. But until that day I must press on, And make the world mine.
Well? What do you think? Made up on the spot...
I hope you like it!
KingRyan
Thought I would go the whole hog and post the whole post!