Biscuiteer
i really shouldv done this to start with but im just goin 2 put all my poems in one thread cos even im gettin confused with them bein all ovr the place.....so here goes
Bunny Sqwalkings
In a land, far away
Where the faries go to play
Lived a rabbit who, one day
Decided to hop along his way
He said goodbye to all his friends
And to his enemies, made amends
But when he reached the sheep he tends
He just set off around the bends
He soon got tired and thought it best
That he should stop to eat and rest
He took off his socks and vest
And spread them over an ants nest
As he set out his food and drink
He startd to ponder, started to think
What if he'd been born a mink?
Would his fur be pink?
Puffing his after-dinner cigar
He lay and looked at the evening star
Wondering why it was so far
And would it be so in a car?
Just as he started to whistle a tune
He gazed longingly at the moon
And then he exploded
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bleeding With Love
A wilting rose.
A lost love.
Neglected and fallen,
crumpling, dieing;
waiting to be rescued.
Before the last petal falls,
A star is born
The rose is nurtured,
by whispered words of kindness.
Flattering and powerful,
strength, support.
A beautiful breath is shared.
As the flower grows,
delicate buds are formed.
The rhythmic beating heart awakens.
The pulse races.
Deep red petals spill
from the eye of the rose.
Fulfilled. Reformed. Reborn.
Bleeding with love.
Ritual Pursuit
Running for her life she fled,
out into the dark night air,
her piercing scream awoke the dead,
on she hurried without a care.
She knew not what she ran from,
nor where her path would lead,
she was driven on by hatred,
or so it would seem.
Scurrying through the undergrowth,
her lower limbs torn,
flickering, hesitant, full of loath,
her inner self was born.
She wanted to escape this fear,
to her sins she must confess,
she needed but a listening ear,
to save her from this darkness.
As Satan lured her onward,
her soul mourned her return,
she stumbled on the white-hot coals,
and she could feel it burn.
Bonfire Night
The pile of flammable waste sits in the middle of the field,
surrounded by stones to stop it from spreading.
Guy Fawkes is on the top,
waving goodbye as someone lights the fire beneath him.
Crackling fills the air as the flames grow stronger,
climbing to the top of the bonfire,
racing each other.
The people of the town stand around watching,
laughing, joking,
chasing each other.
Waving sparklers in the air and warming themselves in the flames given off by the fire.
As the flames lick the sky
the people down below are exclaiming at the many colours in the bonfire's midst.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple...and others which are indistinguishable.
Oooohs and aaaaaahs are heard as the fireworks start.
A wail...
A bang...
and yet more colours fill the air, turning the clouds pink and gold.
Then...
Another Rocket,
Golden Rain,
more Jumping Jacks.
Purple, green, red, blue, yellow.
Everyone cranes their necks to follow the next ones on their journey to the sky,
then they watch as the fireworks burst, flooding the heavens with colour.
When the fireworks have finished,
the bonfire burnt down,
and the people departed,
the ash is still there, in a circle of stones.
Used sparklers litter the ground,
and empty firework boxes lay forgotten.
This is all that remains of Bonfire Night.
No cheerful laughter.
No colours.
No bangs.
No people.
Nothing remains of Bonfire Night.
…’but now I am found’
Engulfed by her welcoming wing,
on her two feet I stand.
Her beauty overshadows me and I
recall the overwhelming jealousy.
My emerald eyes are spiked,
with tears of losing her.
I cower in her wake as she protects
me from my clumsy failed attempts to strive.
Clinging on, I push her away,
and find comfort in her shadow.
I'm taunted by her excellence, although
I'ts always me to paint the picture green.
And then I see the sunlight;
I venture from her loving warmth,
and crawl away from everything I know
to seek my own mistakes in solitude.
Triumphantly I greet the welcome breeze,
uncovering myself, I set her free
and the glory astounds me.
But gone is the laughter together we shared,
the fun that we had and
the secrets we beared.
I miss the amenities friendship provides,
courageous and honest, I conquer the lies.
Pardon my arrogance, Lord
Forgive my deceit,
Your prodigal son has returned. Amen