5 minute poetry

[Shoraru]

The End of the Last Flower


A dark wind flows tonight.
Upon the endless sky,
I see her,
Beauty comes to mind.

Her skin the color of the evening sky,
as it towards the sun.
Her dress the color of tranquil spring.
Her Shoes the color of the earth.

It will be cold tonight,
As I close the door tonight, I will dream of the last rose.
Her beauty calls for me as I call for her eternal remembrance.

- Shoraru Harajime

[WanderingActor]

This is no love song, I would only do that wrong.
This is no poem of grace, I've never been in that place.
This ain't no sonnet with style, I haven't had that in quite a while.
Why don't you spend a minute with me.

All these years I've wandered, leaving pieces of me everywhere,
I let the cares of my life hang and sway like my hair,
No one ever knew my wandering soul, just a fraction of a man with no plan,
A person with a perfect appearance, but a heart of pain, unexplained.

Forget what you've heard, disregard what you know,
This actor has found a whole new show.
No matter what performance has perfect romance, power or strife,
Nothing compares to the soliloquies of life.

There's too much in the world that's bitter,
I won't give up yet, I have a new found goal,
No one will ever again call me a quitter,
She helped me find a whole new role:

Me. Jared Leigh.

[Cloud Strife]

Song lyrics that kinda just popped into my head.

As I close my eyes tonight,
I thank God for this delight,
And with angels in my sight,
I dream in colors so bright...

Through the Garden's gates I go,
I see in flowers names I know,
These are the seeds that I sowed,
Giving care to make them grow...

Now to the mountaintops I climb,
Where the silence is sublime,
And the slow passage of time,
Becomes a blessing, not a crime...

Down to the valley full of grain,
Drenched in moonlight that had waned,
To reveal all of the gain
And erase all of the pain...

In these lands so bright and true,
Overhead the angels flew
Protect it all, through and through,
No darkness here, that I knew.

I wake up to the new day,
Happy to finally find the way
To bring good news, and say
The world will not fade to gray.

[BlackMageGirl!]

Just a random poem, ones I usually get after listening to a song.

I smile and laugh, you grin back
Because hey, I'm fine
I'm balancing perfectly
On that tightrope line

I run and sing, you finally notice
Because hey, I'm alright
Sitting there, thinking now
Hours of sleepless nights

I twirl and skip, you play along
Because hey, I'm okay
I will figure things out
and make them go my way

I trip and fall, but you don't notice
Because hey, I'm all good
You didn't see that part of me
Because I didn't think you should.

[videogamerz2000]

From the works of Albertan Enlgish 30-1.

There once was a man named Davies,
who one day found a wave of babies.
He then felt ill,
popped some prescriptioned pills,
and later found out, he had rabies.

As I told that to my teacher, he just looked at me ang laughed.

[Overcast]

This was a scene in my writing and I thought it sucked but I put it down here anyway.

How to live:

(A man in a business suite sits in front of a class of high school students)
Exist only in a world they plan
Forget the hopes and dreams of a child
Exist only as their hopeless sham
Forget the feelings that were truly wild

Make your mind work to make this life effortless
Soon the world will follow behind
Make it though it may just be aimless
Soon you may find out these hopes were not blind

Try all you can to become what they want
Its almost impossible yes we know
Try again though cause soon this will seem nonchalant
It’s simple to do once you know where to go

It can create the world others crave
Though it destroys the world you need
It hurts so much, for what could not be saved
(He looks up as though he has realized some thing then continues depressingly)
But why work for others greed

(He speaks again with anger now)
Forget all I’ve said so far right now
Everything I know is wrong
Forget their world and I’ll show you how
How I should’ve lived all along

[Ink_Blot]

Some really weird poems, just cause im sleepy and that i can and because i got 100 posts today...see? I'm rambling already. Anyways...

The problem with this is
a soda can with lots of fizz
can make your stomach feel funky
just when you wre about to start being punky.


Never mind the cazyness of the world
it wouldn't change unless you did something really drastic
like went and at the UN, hurled
and then stood up and asked, "paper or plastic?"


So I went and said to the guy,
"What about birds make them fly?"
He said that he didn't know,
so i pushed him in the snow.

[Cloud Strife]

Nice to see this li'l influx of new poets. Keep up the good work, y'hear?

More early morning song lyrics.

When I think of days gone by,
And just how hard I tried,
to protect you from harm,
And when I held you in my arms

The pain was miles away,
With nothing left to say,
But that it's all right,
There's light after the night.

And when I close my eyes,
I realize
Just what I did to you,
So when it finally came,
I gave you pain,
And it all came unglued...

So now it comes along,
I sit and sing this song,
To remind you and me,
That there can still be

Serenity...

When I think of days gone by,
And just how hard I tried,
I see that you did care,
So I offered up a prayer

That forgiveness will come,
From within and from above,
So that you can come to me,
For anything...

(Spoken)Just like old times...

[BlackMageGirl!]

A mumbled muttered bumble
Still worse then they who fumble
As we stumble throughout our day

And like a shining kingly sight
They come and turn out the light
And send us about our own way

Singing the sliding song
Compressed but still too long
Would convince us further to stay

But the Timeless turning clock
For closing the door and lock
Keeps our joys fully at bay

With a final tiny tear
They rumble far too near
And kindly lead us astray

Yet hardly worth the cost
These few who got lost
For still there they do lay

[videogamerz2000]

Hungry
Poetry is more than food for the soul,
it acts like cookies for us, here at home,
typing,
typing,
typing,
until we get bored.

Work,
play,
school,
and other games,
busy us with our everyday lives.

You can't help but wonder,
"What's it all worth."

The cookie jar at home,
will answer.