the childs song

whispering children
sing there song
will you sing along?
the song starts to die
the whisper gets softer
only you can safe it,
but how?
try as you might
softer it still gets
you must whisper the song
you must sing along
help it sing along
the whispering children start to sing
the song gets bigger and better; sweeter and louder
the children are singing
do you know that song?
willyou sing anlong?


that poem waas called the childs song
what do you guys think?
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the childhood

the childhood memories
there calling to you
wanting to take you back
wanting you to rember
but the past is to far forgotten

meant to stay that way
but can they forever?
the past should be forgotten
but it will still call

your childhood is calling,
will you answer?
or ignore the call?
all it wants is a moment of your time.
but will that hurt the presant?



this poem isnt done yet, this is the 1st copy and im going to redo it later

tell me what yoiu think so far

glass rose

glass rose
beutiful,
frigile; about to break
deadly to hold to close
to loose and it gone
one wish its set upon
kiss will keep it safe
the light shinnes; a thousand dimonds
shinning bright; keeps it calm
whisper to it
no harm shall come
a gental touch and it might break
set upon it that one kiss
and hope its not a miss

hope you liked it. tell me what you think.

a lass

i posted a poem close to this a while back but i went back and reread it and decided i didnt work right and that this version is much better
tell me whatch ya think


a lass stits upon a tree
looking down at the mortals be
watching, waiting for her chance
a chance for what you ask your self,
that is a mystery on its own
one that shall be unknown

unnamed poem again

heres another poem unnamed again.



stars shinning bright
in the moonlight
whisper sweet nothingness
to help with the madness
say everything to calm
i place my life in you palm


kindness goes a long way
even into another day
the stars are shinning
the whisper is calling
which way is right?
which way leads to the night,
and the moonlight?


the stars are whispering,
where do you go?
that question is what we seek,
will the answer be bleak?

roses

roses

red from the moring fire,
yellow for the sun a noon,
pink from the sunset,
blue roses are from night,
white from the moon,
black from darkness.

what did yall think?
wow ive been spending way to much time with the hicks up hear.

lost

oddly this poem has a name
what do you think?


lost

with one last tear
its all gone
with one last breath
one last word
with that last word
all is said
goodbye is here
blackness to come forever
wishing it where no more
knowing that wish is already lost

same poem just new name

the stars

the stars whisper
they whisper sweet nothingness
they say everything
the stars
they calm everything down
they make everything better
they tell us what we want to hear.

its not quiet done yet
but i will finish it soon