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.
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 🙂