Okay again, this is NOT my entry; the contest hasn't started yet xD I'm just posting poems like usual... My actual entry is already made, but it might not be that goodd :S
This poem is about Armor Games. I've had the idea for awhile, but it recently came to me how it was going to play out.
Armor Games
I'm searching the Armor Games, You are wrong if you say it is lame. I go for a round of Exit Path, Then take a break and go to Flagstaff. Playing Chuck the Sheep, Then playing Robo Leap. They have every game, from Soviet Rocket Giraffe Go Go Go, To Let it Flow.
The Giant Hello Mr.up there You must share Hows the view with you I think it's good too I hope your not burning from the sun But you must play with every one Don't smash them with your large boot And don't hold a gun then shoot I hope you find a girlfriend Do you have an ant If she finds out you have one,she will be mad Then the rest of here life is sad
Sign me up, and now, my submission... yes I took this off my own poetry thread.
The Five Seasons
In the cool of these days I lie in the grass and contemplate In a fresh and gentle haze These beautiful breezes of late I long for times to go on forever But alas, they always stay never Through the days of heat I long for the autumn Through this swelting waves to beat A cold, wet column Like a fresh breath of life To end this heated strife In these months so gold When fresh joy enchants The colours grow bold With gusts of cool windy rants I fear my life is gone When these perfect days move on Like a renewal of heart These ages are bathed in white When gone are the times of hurt Here the young are fresh with delight Sweet peace, joy, and love Soon flies away like a dove Ah, this fifth season It is how I am alive It ends without reason It all too soon doesn't arrive When this season is gone To the afterlife, I move on ---------------------------
I get the feeling my epic copy&aste is missing something...
In the cool of these days I lie in the grass and contemplate In a fresh and gentle haze These beautiful breezes of late I long for times to go on forever But alas, they always stay never
Through the days of heat I long for the autumn Through this swelting waves to beat A cold, wet column Like a fresh breath of life To end this heated strife
In these months so gold When fresh joy enchants The colours grow bold With gusts of cool windy rants I fear my life is gone When these perfect days move on
Like a renewal of heart These ages are bathed in white When gone are the times of hurt Here the young are fresh with delight Sweet peace, joy, and love Soon flies away like a dove
Ah, this fifth season It is how I am alive It ends without reason It all too soon doesn't arrive When this season is gone To the afterlife, I move on ---------------------------
Ah yes, had to cut that up.... Heh. Oh well. It is a slight problem, and I get the feeling some of the stuff is off, but what the hey, life's short, eh?
NOW:Â Â By TopRank_ (this is just a piece of my poem. If u want to hear the rest, msg me and i will write)
Its three hours in, but the movies only startin Like the rallies and the marches for the death of trayvon martin The practicalities and the formalities of life Cant help us escape the realities and brutalities of strife Step out of the shadows Walk into the light No more from the blight of night Go and do whats right.
Haiti got ripped up like a knife through smoke and butter When mike wallace passed, eyes and hearts fluttered People die, but i cant see it comin down my eyes, So i gotta make this song cry.
