Nothing I do very well, but just for fun.

Started by DreamingWarrior10 pages

Originally posted by XjainaX
love we are - reminds me of the 3 sisters in greek mythology, don't know if that's meaningful... still it's beautiful and hauntingly simple 🙂
My condolences and thoughts to you.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
You need to find that freedom your words seem to cry out for. Tormented lately?
Maybe. 😂

what the hell!

JOAN

They thought they killed me
Layed me down to rest,
They thought they left me to die,
With an arrow threw my chest.

They thought I would crumble.
Locked up in their room.
They thought they were stronger,
To make me out a loon .

They took my sword, unclaved me,
In a secret place, tied me to a post.
And threw it in my face.

Lit the fire quickly, you did, before the judges post.
Flames you saw before me, as you just wanted most.

Comes down to a fact of thee reality,
You only saw what your eyes would see.

May you see, or may you not, may you turn your head,
Joan of Ark, she doeth live again, and will sever offl your head.

Little though my structure, sweet be my frame,
I'll take your words and actions and put you all to shame.

Grab your cloaks and grab you pennies, hold them tight and clad,
When Joan of Ark comes visit you, you'll be sorry that you had.

BREATHLESS

Breathless is the storm..........

Breathless is it with in you......

Breathless is the power.........

BREATHLESS.............

Sweet Dreams..........
I put you to bed and tuck tuck you in.......Tuck you in...tuck you in......

I look upon you and and lavish you in........lavish you in......

like sweet things can be of gold, I let it goooooooooooo

good bye

Originally posted by debbiejo
Like I said, I'm not very good, but right brained people like to have fun.
Here's another one I did.

Little Dictator

There is a little dictator sitting on my couch.
She only comes just past my knees, but she can scream and shout.
So away we take the tyrant,
to where the tyrants go,
Later I will check on her and give it one more go..

When I open up her door she blocked, laying on the floor,
She runs to me to hold her, I can tell she wants no more.

Welcome back to our Republic,
Welcome back to my domain,
Welcome back my angel,
I'm glad your back again.

With her blanket and her kangaroo sitting on her lap,
I wonder,
are all tyrants cranky, when they've had a nap?

That is awesome, man. It sounds like you had fun with that one. you had commented, saying that one of my poems reminded you of your style. I think i feel a natural rhythm to poetry like you, but you are very well advanced. I'm going to have fun reading in this thread 🙂

Thank you very much. This one you quoted was about my 3 year old daughter at the time. Oh and it was a real happening. LOL

THE BUBBLE

A bubble, a bubble,
She's in a bubble.

She put herself there
of course.

Nothing gets in the bubble.
Nothing at all.

She looks out
She sees all outside it.

She smiles.
She's protected in the bubble.

The bubble, the bubble,
Yes, shes put up a bubble.