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Very nice poem! I look forward to seeing more!

(Clapping) Fantastic! Cant wait to readin more of em!

Haha, I love how you put "effortless ease," together. Doesn't make sense, but funny to read XP

Overall, okay if it is something for school. More detail could be added or put the poem into some sort of rhythm.

Pyro like!

Ok, another one. This is called Rainy Day

I was happy how lives rhymes with skies at the end...

Rainy Day
by Ryan H (KingRyan)

The rain pours down on the dry city,
Filling creeks, dams and streams.
It is like a refreshing drink,
Setting a flow all our dreams.

The rain pours down wetting the earth,
It soaks down to the roots of the trees.
Refilling the Aquifers and renewing life,
Yet it seems to dampen our moods like a contagious disease.

As the miserable weather matches our mood,
We sit inside all day waiting for the sky to clear.
Watching old movies to pass the time,
And as we go to sleep, the pitter-patter is all we can here.

Eventually the rain stops and we venture outside,
But the ground is muddy and wet,
We get dripped on by trees,
And as it thunder claps we realise the rain isnât over yet.

But soon the sun comes out and we know itâs done,
And we continue on with our lives.
But a rainbow reminds us of what has just been,
Shining bright for all to see in the skies.

A simple limerick I wrote for my friend...

There is this great thing called sport
But whenever i play I get naught
I got kicked off the team
But playing again is my dream
But I'll have to convince my cohort?

Another poem I wrote...I like it when poems just come naturally...and you don't have to think 'em up...

The sun shines down on us,
Heating the ground.
We have naught to do,
We just make a slight sound.

The ground is parched,
Just like our throats,
And we just sit here,
Like weâre in a grounded boat.

And so we wait for the rains to come,
And it was like waiting for paint to dry,
There were no clouds to be seen,
It was like the ocean had turned into the sky.

And we lay there forever waiting,
On ground like a turned off fountain,
Then we saw the clouds,
Sitting over the mountain.

But though it was there we knew,
That its rain wouldnât reach us.
But it might provide some relief,
And any sun relief is a plus.

You copied them. I am in your class.

PS: Emily if you read this, are atleast 15, and are hot totally contact me.

Hahahahahaha!

Emily is 14....she is blonde...I can give you here email if you want it!

KingRyan

ohk...since my School Poetry assingment is done (I GOT 100% BTW!!!) I'll just post any other poems that I write here...

First, this was an entry into the Poetry Competition, but I like it more now, it matches my current feeling:

Jealousy

The girl I love,
Walks right past me.
Not looking at anyone.
Except my bestie.

She said she loved me,
and said it was true.
But then she dumped me,
And split my heart in two.

And now there she is,
sitting on your lap.
Staring into your eyes,
And looking for a map.

And what can I do,
As I sit here watching from afar.
Watching you and her flirt together,
And you giving her a gold star.

How can I cope,
When you hold her hand.
When that used to be my job,
Just a week beforehand.

So why did she pick you?
What's wrong with me?
Why are you better?
What does she see?

And so I guess I'm jealous,
Of you stealing my girl.
And now you two will stay together,
You stole my beautiful pearl.

Jealousy - Part 2
And I am still jealous,
Of you and that girl.
The girl that made me happy,
And left me in a whirl.

And you still sit there,
With your arm around her.
And so I just sit here,
Feeling like murder.

And why does this happen to me?
What did I do wrong?
Why was our relationship,
As short as a song?

And as we get into spring,
And all the animals find love,
From the rabbit to cats,
And the swallow to doves.

And Iâm all alone,
With no-one that loves me.
I guess thatâs just my fate,
For all eternity

very nice King that was maginificent great job well I would like to see more

Thanks! I will add more as I write it, maybe I should get a mod to change the title to KingRyan's Poetry Gallery...idk...

Oh well...

This is another one I did for the poetry competition, this time on clothes...:

Clothes

We take clothes for granted,
We choose what we wear,
and forget about those,
whose clothes are made of air.

We mix and we match,
from colours to styles,
We shop and we shop,
Going through all the aisles.

But children elsewhere,
sit with rags on their backs.
No shop in site,
and no clothes on the rack.

Their rags are all dirty,
as they sit in the dust.
Without any food,
Or clean water which is a must.

And yet here we are,
sitting in our warm pants.
Wearing our Roxy tops,
and jumpers from our Aunts.

And yet what of these kids,
who sit in the cold,
with only rags for clothes,
which to them are real gold.

So what if we bought,
some less expensive stuff.
Moved away from Adidas and Nike,
Whose child labour factories are so rough.

And what if we bought,
just Target brand things,
And gave the money we saved,
and stopped living like kings.

We need to have heart,
for those who are in need,
For they have no clothes,
And this message you must heed.

poetry sweet

Ohk I wrote this one just now...I felt like writing something...and this is what happened...Tell me what you think!

The Play To Race

I sit here right now,
Alone and unloved.
Without anyone that loves me,
And I just feel shoved.

And the season is spring,
When the animals find mates.
And it seems like everyone else is pairing off,
And going out on dates.

My life's revolving around me,
Like a well rehearsed play.
But my part has been stolen,
In almost every way.

But the new actor can't act,
For how can he act as me?
It is the part that I play best,
For who else can I be?

I'm not going to act different.
Just to please someone.
I'm not going to pretend,
I am me and I'm still gonna run.

But if only it were easier,
This unfair race of life.
Why can't it be a little more nice,
And not with me always in strife.

I've gone from high of highs to low of lows,
Each within a week,
And now I would say that my feelings,
Has reached its lowest peak.

But there must be a light to this tunnel,
A silver lining to this cloud.
An ending to this nightmare,
Some happiness I'm allowed.