Poems
Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2002 12:59 am
Do you have any poems that you've made? I made some yesterday and today.
Joe had a talent to throw,
He threw to his mum,
He threw to his dad,
He threw until his siblings went mad.
Nick had some prowess with a pick,
Joe threw it to nick,
Nick threw it back,
Nick’s ice pick landed right in his back.
Moral of the poem? Don’t annoy people with weapons, or worse, you older brother or sister!
A silent woman rides through the glade,
A Cowled man draws a blade,
Although the gleam comes from the sun,
The lady’s time is nearly done.
A man dressed in shadow climbs in a tree,
A gnome creeps round she’s nearly free,
No one hears the whisper, faint,
An unnatural and unearthly taint.
The arrows fly, the pickaxe strikes,
Stealing any life neither likes,
But these righteous blows purge his hate,
Begins a malicious mans only fate.
His hood reveals a pale young man,
Finished are his fiendish plans,
His body drops, the sword doth clatter,
Does an evil life ever matter?
Joe had a talent to throw,
He threw to his mum,
He threw to his dad,
He threw until his siblings went mad.
Nick had some prowess with a pick,
Joe threw it to nick,
Nick threw it back,
Nick’s ice pick landed right in his back.
Moral of the poem? Don’t annoy people with weapons, or worse, you older brother or sister!
A silent woman rides through the glade,
A Cowled man draws a blade,
Although the gleam comes from the sun,
The lady’s time is nearly done.
A man dressed in shadow climbs in a tree,
A gnome creeps round she’s nearly free,
No one hears the whisper, faint,
An unnatural and unearthly taint.
The arrows fly, the pickaxe strikes,
Stealing any life neither likes,
But these righteous blows purge his hate,
Begins a malicious mans only fate.
His hood reveals a pale young man,
Finished are his fiendish plans,
His body drops, the sword doth clatter,
Does an evil life ever matter?