Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Creative juices aren't flowing into my brain.
To create that electrical spark.
That makes the light bulb go blink.
Should the verses rhythm.
This poem is not sublime.
What the heck am I doing?
All I know is that roses are red.
And violets are indeed blue.
Just a poem I wrote for a school project that I thought was good and funny enough to share with the rest of you guys. I hope you somewhat enjoyed it. Thanks for reading regardless, and have a delightful, magical day. Cheers yo. ...
I sit here. At my computer. How you may say "stuck" or "blocked". Not knowing what to say, what to write, what to pour onto the page. But I just sit, think, and eventually, I lay my hands on the keyboard and just start . . . typing. Typing away. Letting my heart and mind spill all over the now heavily damp worded page. I say what I feel and type what I think and maybe . . . just maybe the words I type turn into something that make sense. Words that turn into something beautiful, like a desert flower, slowly blooming, waiting for the rain to come to push it through.
we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
is the difference
between his time
and my time
or between this time
and last time.
30 seconds in the microwave
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
or practicing that new
dance move which is only
new because it is newer
My heart is heavy.
My mind is numb.
My spirit's weak.
Will shattered by a system I can't create myself to fit into.
Why do I continue on for?
What's success compared to joy and satisfaction?
What am I living for?
How do I survive in a reality that I hate?
Is mental stress and anguish worth experiencing through for my promised supposedly bright future?
Will it be all worth it?
It it all worth it now?
Who's to say whats in store when we all stride blindly forward?
A girl from nowhere I met,
She looked a real friend,
That is why our friendship will never end,
She bought lots of colors and laugh,
With me she was never tough,
She bought lots of flowers with scents,
Which are priceless that gold cents,
As long as we are friends,
We don't need enemies, no lovers,
This beautiful relation that God created,
She has got beauty and grace,
And a very successful place,
She understands me fully,
I DID NOT WRITE THIS POEM. I FOUND IT ON FACEBOOK. The page was called The Writer's Circle, I think.
Today was the absolute worst day ever
And don't try to convince me that
There's something good in every day
Because, if you take a closer look,
The world is a pretty evil place.
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness doesn't last
And it's not true that
It's all in the mind and heart
Hello everyone. I'm not sure how many of you are aware of this but the Fanpop's Got Talent contest is set to start soon. However, there is a problem. Each category besides the Drawing and Digital Art is short on judges(Including the Haiku-Poetry one). So, if anyone thinks that he/she has what it takes, please inform us here: link
Any help will be greatly appreciated !!!!
Posted 11 months ago