Following everyone.
Eating at their soul.
Causing no end of grief.
Lies surround all.
April
April is:
The month of poetry
April fool's day
Fun
This April, things will be better.
This April, things will be great!
This April, all will change.
Poems everyday.
The month of poetry
April fool's day
Fun
This April, things will be better.
This April, things will be great!
This April, all will change.
Poems everyday.
Sunlight
The Sun.
Not hospitable, but
A source of wonder and
Majesty.
Too close, you'll need
Some suntan lotion.
Too far,
A coat.
But in the perfect
World,
Sunlight causes only
Beauty.
In the perfect world,
The curse is
a blessing.
Sunlight
Creates life.
Sunlight
Creates peace.
But most of all,
Sunlight
Creates the one
needed thing.
Most of all,
Sunlight...
Sunlight creates joy.
Little Flowers
Little flowers on the roof,
Little flowers all aloof,
Little flowers all alone,
Trapped inside a little phone.
Little flowers all aloof,
Little flowers all alone,
Trapped inside a little phone.
Fish in the Ocean
Fish in the ocean, a marvel of life;
lungs full of water, o' what a strife!
Swimming and flying and flipping galore,
only stopping to examine an oar.
lungs full of water, o' what a strife!
Swimming and flying and flipping galore,
only stopping to examine an oar.
What Does It Matter?
Why is there war?
Oh, what a bore!
Running and jumping,
sweating and bleeding.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I win, I lose,
what does it matter?
You win, You lose,
what does it matter?
No one dies, We all die,
what does it matter?
One sad person, all sad persons,
What do THEY care?
THEY got the land, or the money, or whatever.
We got death, and sadness, and pain.
What does it matter?
Deathly Journey
As you exit
the realm of reality.
Into nightmares
of no reality.
As you dream
with no reality.
Anything can come true.
Somewhere, anywhere,
a child is falling asleep.
And soon they will dream of things
that can only happen while asleep.
They can soar above clouds, or dive in oceans
while they are asleep.
But even then, all dreams must end
while one is asleep.
And you must make the deathly journey
where anything can come true.
The deathly journey, is your worst nightmare,
whether it be spiders or darkness or death.
To get to the light, one must cross the dark,
whether it be spiders or darkness or death.
When all hope is lost, and all despair,
whether it be spiders or darkness or death.
But do not fear, of evil things
whether they be spiders or darkness or death.
Because you are makeing
the deathly journey
where anything can come true.
Not many wish for the deathly journey but once you finish,
all can rejoice.
Parties and celebrations beyond your greatest desires,
all can rejoice.
When light meets dark, and evil withdraws,
all can rejoice.
For this is your dream, your journey,
where everything will happen.
the realm of reality.
Into nightmares
of no reality.
As you dream
with no reality.
Anything can come true.
Somewhere, anywhere,
a child is falling asleep.
And soon they will dream of things
that can only happen while asleep.
They can soar above clouds, or dive in oceans
while they are asleep.
But even then, all dreams must end
while one is asleep.
And you must make the deathly journey
where anything can come true.
The deathly journey, is your worst nightmare,
whether it be spiders or darkness or death.
To get to the light, one must cross the dark,
whether it be spiders or darkness or death.
When all hope is lost, and all despair,
whether it be spiders or darkness or death.
But do not fear, of evil things
whether they be spiders or darkness or death.
Because you are makeing
the deathly journey
where anything can come true.
Not many wish for the deathly journey but once you finish,
all can rejoice.
Parties and celebrations beyond your greatest desires,
all can rejoice.
When light meets dark, and evil withdraws,
all can rejoice.
For this is your dream, your journey,
where everything will happen.
There Once was a Flash
There once was a
flash.
Amid all of the
trash.
It was a flash of
peace.
It soon began to
cease.
These flash are all
among us.
If only they were
seen.
If they could see past the
fuss.
Perhaps we would be more
green.
The world would be
safe.
No longer a pile of
trash.
No longer would we
chafe.
Reborn from the
ash.
Despite all the
destruction.
Our planet will
survive.
We will do the
construction.
Make sure it stays
alive.
When the people complete the
endeavor.
The rewards, they will
reap.
But for now,
however.
We all will
Weep.
flash.
Amid all of the
trash.
It was a flash of
peace.
It soon began to
cease.
These flash are all
among us.
If only they were
seen.
If they could see past the
fuss.
Perhaps we would be more
green.
The world would be
safe.
No longer a pile of
trash.
No longer would we
chafe.
Reborn from the
ash.
Despite all the
destruction.
Our planet will
survive.
We will do the
construction.
Make sure it stays
alive.
When the people complete the
endeavor.
The rewards, they will
reap.
But for now,
however.
We all will
Weep.
A World of Fire
It is a globe of flames,
This place has many names;
The planet is a pyre,
In a world of fire.
Life has been here before,
Now there is only gore;
The situation is dire,
In a world of fire.
They said there was no need to worry,
That you didn’t have to hurry:
To just sit and play a lyre,
In a world of fire.
We did this to ourselves,
Not mystical elves;
Our time will soon expire,
In a world of fire.
This planet needs rebirth,
For it is Earth;
They were a liar,
In a world of fire.
This place has many names;
The planet is a pyre,
In a world of fire.
Life has been here before,
Now there is only gore;
The situation is dire,
In a world of fire.
They said there was no need to worry,
That you didn’t have to hurry:
To just sit and play a lyre,
In a world of fire.
We did this to ourselves,
Not mystical elves;
Our time will soon expire,
In a world of fire.
This planet needs rebirth,
For it is Earth;
They were a liar,
In a world of fire.
In the Dead of Night
In the dead of night,
an owl creeps.
Slowly but silently,
all are asleep.
Many owls creep,
searching for good views.
All are asleep,
except for a few.
Searching for good views,
while many mice eat.
Except for a few,
they all compete.
While many mice eat,
the owls swoop down.
They all compete,
to rule the town.
The owls swoop down,
upon the mice,
To rule the town,
it is quite nice.
Upon the mice,
the owls feast.
It is quite nice,
To eat.
The owls feast,
until the morn’.
To eat,
mice and some corn.
Until the morn’,
the sun is down.
Mice and some corn,
all around.
The sun is down,
then it is morning.
All around,
Life starts forewarning.
Then it is morning,
the flowers bloom.
Life forewarning,
reducing the gloom.
The flowers bloom,
slowly but silently,
reducing the gloom.
In the dead of night.
an owl creeps.
Slowly but silently,
all are asleep.
Many owls creep,
searching for good views.
All are asleep,
except for a few.
Searching for good views,
while many mice eat.
Except for a few,
they all compete.
While many mice eat,
the owls swoop down.
They all compete,
to rule the town.
The owls swoop down,
upon the mice,
To rule the town,
it is quite nice.
Upon the mice,
the owls feast.
It is quite nice,
To eat.
The owls feast,
until the morn’.
To eat,
mice and some corn.
Until the morn’,
the sun is down.
Mice and some corn,
all around.
The sun is down,
then it is morning.
All around,
Life starts forewarning.
Then it is morning,
the flowers bloom.
Life forewarning,
reducing the gloom.
The flowers bloom,
slowly but silently,
reducing the gloom.
In the dead of night.
In the Land of Hopes
There is a place,
Where the grass is greener.
Where the birds are always chirping.
And in that magical land,
all wishes come true.
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
And yet despite its awe,
its beauty, its magnificence,
not all dreams are good,
not all hopes are bad. For
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
For everyone it's different,
though a heaven all the same.
To one a perfect utopia,
to another, a forgotten wasteland.
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
In the perfect utopia,
Not all is as seems.
Once the outer shell is cracked,
The truth is revealed.
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
The past is true for the opposite:
an evil outer shell.
The good within is waiting,
Waiting for freedom.
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
In the land of Dreams and Hopes,
Nothing is as it seems.
A chick may be a hawk,
Waiting to spread its wings.
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
When an eagle takes flight,
When a fish wiggles its fins.
When you hear a tiger's roar,
When you see a flower bloom.
You are in the land of Dreams.
In the land of Hopes.
Where the grass is greener.
Where the birds are always chirping.
And in that magical land,
all wishes come true.
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
And yet despite its awe,
its beauty, its magnificence,
not all dreams are good,
not all hopes are bad. For
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
For everyone it's different,
though a heaven all the same.
To one a perfect utopia,
to another, a forgotten wasteland.
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
In the perfect utopia,
Not all is as seems.
Once the outer shell is cracked,
The truth is revealed.
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
The past is true for the opposite:
an evil outer shell.
The good within is waiting,
Waiting for freedom.
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
In the land of Dreams and Hopes,
Nothing is as it seems.
A chick may be a hawk,
Waiting to spread its wings.
It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.
When an eagle takes flight,
When a fish wiggles its fins.
When you hear a tiger's roar,
When you see a flower bloom.
You are in the land of Dreams.
In the land of Hopes.
A River is Flowing
A river is flowing,
Under the wooden bridge.
A river is flowing,
Next to the ridge.
The fish are swimming,
Under the wooden bridge.
The turtles are skimming.
Looking for some food.
The fish are swimming,
Accusing the bait pseuds.
The frogs are leaping,
Looking for some food,
That hides while peeping.
All peepers: stay safe;
The frogs are leaping.
Look for the chafe,
All peepers: stay safe.
A river is flowing.
A river is flowing.
Under the wooden bridge.
A river is flowing,
Next to the ridge.
The fish are swimming,
Under the wooden bridge.
The turtles are skimming.
Looking for some food.
The fish are swimming,
Accusing the bait pseuds.
The frogs are leaping,
Looking for some food,
That hides while peeping.
All peepers: stay safe;
The frogs are leaping.
Look for the chafe,
All peepers: stay safe.
A river is flowing.
A river is flowing.
a book
These things
Might go
Into a book:
Ingenuity,
A shiny
Pen,
Long, tired days
Full of
Stress;
These things
Come out
Of the book:
Plots, images,
Characters
As unique
And special
As a single blade of
Grass.
Might go
Into a book:
Ingenuity,
A shiny
Pen,
Long, tired days
Full of
Stress;
These things
Come out
Of the book:
Plots, images,
Characters
As unique
And special
As a single blade of
Grass.
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