Esque
has gone on an epic journey to find herself.
-Critique is good. Insults are bad. Find the line in between before you insult.-
~If you copy these I will eat your soul with a spork and sell you to the devil.~
So, most of it is depressing, but about half of my depressing poems are upbeat. And all of my cheerful poems are reeeeaaally depressing. I'll just post a few examples and get on with it.
Phoenix
Watch me soar,
watch me fly,
make me crash and burn
so I'll die.
Then what will
you have learned?
Nothing but
how to make a phoenix rise.
Didn't you know
nothing stays dead
when you kill it
like mad men.
Don't forget
the lessons you learned
when your mama sat
on the end of your bed.
Didn't she tell you
in your dreams
how to make your phoenix rise.
Little children
play with blocks.
Build tiny towers
to knock them down.
They build nothing
they can't destroy
because they all know
how to make a dreaded phoenix rise.
Entrepreneurs
walk city streets.
Door-to-door salesmen
forget to knock.
To them the people
can't say "no."
They've forgotten
how to let their phoenix rise.
Okay, so most of my collection isn't that long. In fact, a more average lenght for me is 5-6 lines, not counting the epics, more recently, though most of the ones I post will be longer (I think). But I like this one a lot. Look what happens when people like me sing in the shower. (It's a long story.)
Flight
Lift
Off the ground
Just barely
I was worried
But we made it
I survived.
A slight draft
We’re rising up.
Anticipation flees,
Dread takes its place
But it’s unnecessary.
I cast my fear aside.
I run
Across an open field
My wings
Spread as far as I care to see
I jump
And don’t come down.
Suspense
Dread fills me up
But then
I rise.
I am filled with
Indescribable power.
My hair
Is wild
Whipping all around
Exhilaration
Fills my soul
A current comes
But I am strong
A pillar in the air.
I am
Flying
And if I can
I will only return to earth
For my friends
So they can fly.
Flying
Soaring
Adrenaline
Flying
Yes, my line endings are very funny. Let's have a poem about it.
A Poem
The last thing
ever written
will rhyme
just because
poems
live forever
even after
storytellers
die
for poems
are sheltered
from the rain
by every
passing soul
who sees
the words
on a white page
changing the world
with a rhyme.
Not exactly what I was thinking of, but it'll do.
Welcome to High School
Can’t sleep, don’t eat.
(you can’t afford to look fat)
Just school, no life.
(get your homework done by midnight)
Best friends just work.
(All day and all night)
You’re tired, and mad.
(but nobody cares)
Such a warm welcome
to high school.
If you take it literally, an anvil will be dropped on your head.
~If you copy these I will eat your soul with a spork and sell you to the devil.~
So, most of it is depressing, but about half of my depressing poems are upbeat. And all of my cheerful poems are reeeeaaally depressing. I'll just post a few examples and get on with it.
Phoenix
Watch me soar,
watch me fly,
make me crash and burn
so I'll die.
Then what will
you have learned?
Nothing but
how to make a phoenix rise.
Didn't you know
nothing stays dead
when you kill it
like mad men.
Don't forget
the lessons you learned
when your mama sat
on the end of your bed.
Didn't she tell you
in your dreams
how to make your phoenix rise.
Little children
play with blocks.
Build tiny towers
to knock them down.
They build nothing
they can't destroy
because they all know
how to make a dreaded phoenix rise.
Entrepreneurs
walk city streets.
Door-to-door salesmen
forget to knock.
To them the people
can't say "no."
They've forgotten
how to let their phoenix rise.
Okay, so most of my collection isn't that long. In fact, a more average lenght for me is 5-6 lines, not counting the epics, more recently, though most of the ones I post will be longer (I think). But I like this one a lot. Look what happens when people like me sing in the shower. (It's a long story.)
Flight
Lift
Off the ground
Just barely
I was worried
But we made it
I survived.
A slight draft
We’re rising up.
Anticipation flees,
Dread takes its place
But it’s unnecessary.
I cast my fear aside.
I run
Across an open field
My wings
Spread as far as I care to see
I jump
And don’t come down.
Suspense
Dread fills me up
But then
I rise.
I am filled with
Indescribable power.
My hair
Is wild
Whipping all around
Exhilaration
Fills my soul
A current comes
But I am strong
A pillar in the air.
I am
Flying
And if I can
I will only return to earth
For my friends
So they can fly.
Flying
Soaring
Adrenaline
Flying
Yes, my line endings are very funny. Let's have a poem about it.
A Poem
The last thing
ever written
will rhyme
just because
poems
live forever
even after
storytellers
die
for poems
are sheltered
from the rain
by every
passing soul
who sees
the words
on a white page
changing the world
with a rhyme.
Not exactly what I was thinking of, but it'll do.
Welcome to High School
Can’t sleep, don’t eat.
(you can’t afford to look fat)
Just school, no life.
(get your homework done by midnight)
Best friends just work.
(All day and all night)
You’re tired, and mad.
(but nobody cares)
Such a warm welcome
to high school.
If you take it literally, an anvil will be dropped on your head.
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