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I know this is kind of weird... but... here's a poem! Top this thread! 

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The ocean waves swoop up, 

Crashing against the ship,

Filling it like a cup, 

Filling the sides with rips.  

The top sinks down,

Into the ocean, once calmm, now deadly,

Depositing people, in dresses and nightgowns,

With people sacficing their lives for others, so readily.

Soon the great boat will sink below the waves,

Soon debris will be all that's left of it,

Dead bodies will fall into underwater caves,

And the flame of so many's souls will no longer be lit.

It was a night of couragous and marvelous deeds,

A night of fear, terror, and sadness,

When so many were following Death's unavoidable leads,

When so many lives were shattered and made less.

Through the rain, through the cold,

Came young children pleading for their mothers,

Mournful cries, from the young, and the old,

Forever haunted eyes from some, lost familes and broken hearts from others. 

Squeezed hands, quick kisses,

Many for the last time, before slipping away,

A heart that yearns, a soul that misses, 

Or a face that will never feel the sun's warm rays.

Hollow eyes, sunken cheeks,

And one that escapes, and speaks,

One that speaks, for them all.  

Wow......... you guys are such amazing poets. Thank you so, so much for bringing this thread back, and posting your amazing poetry on it. 

I also have some to post. Sometimes, when I'm feeling overwhelmed, I'll dump my thoughts on the page in the form of poetry. This may be a little weird but...... oh well. There's poetry for ya.

Chivalry flashes blindingly

Like the gleam of silver armor

Now lost and forgotten, 

Its ideals buried under a gravestone

Next to love. 

Love died young, 

'Twas but a thing of fourteen

It whispered silly secrets 

In the ears of mere children, 

Making them believe 'twas true. 

In the end, hearts were broken, 

Friendships lost. 

Young love sighed 

And skipped away to try again, 

Leaving sadness in its wake.

(I am aware of how weird that was. Don't judge. XD)

Here's one I wrote on the same night.

The moon shines bright, 

The shadows dance

And fly through secrets 

As if they were no more

Than silly whispers. 

The night is in a writing mood tonight. 

The secrets shine 

Like flimsy stars

That twinkle smugly 

Far away

The sky is in a writing mood tonight. 

The trees all sing

In harmony

Basking in the last rays

Of the dying wind

The earth is in a writing mood tonight. 

A lone girl sits, 

Silently drowning in unformed words, 

Wishing for a voice. 

I am in a writing mood tonight.  

I know that I've posted this one before, but could you guys critique it for me? 

Daddy Love

I sit at the window

Waiting for daddy to come home. 

I watch the dirt road,

Longing to see his wagon.

I want him to walk through the door,

So I can run into his welcoming arms 

And bury my face into his clothes. 

I long to smell his smell of

Watermelon, sweat, and honeysuckle.

I want him to say 

"How about we go wadin' , Apple Dumplin'?"

We would run down to the creek

Barefooted,

Feeling the soft clover between our toes. 

Then we would pull up our pants and skirt,

And walk into the water

Knee deep.

I wake up from my daydream

And look down the road.

I see Daddy's wagon

And know that my dream

Will come

True.

Hey guys! I've been taking a CB break, (dunno if anyone noticed) but I just wanted to pop in to check on things, and Bluebird, I saw your comments, and just wanted to really thank you for them. You're so kind and encouraging, and your feedback and compliments are really encouraging and kind. Thank you! 

~Autumn Leaves  

I started to think of an idea for a poem, and decided that write it. I'm just making this up on the spot. Hope you like it!

Little dog, alone on the street.

Mud cakes his fur, he lies on concrete.

His brown speckled coat reflects no moonlight,

for only sharp rain falls on him tonight

he'd wished for a home, with someone he could love

to lie by the fire, on a dog bed or rug

he watches as cars go by; engines grumble

he hasn't eaten in days, his empty stomach rumbles.

How he wished for a small little ball he could chase

in park, with another fun dog he could race 

but instead, he's alone, in a lonely street alley

and he had been for longer than he cared to tally.

Without even a cardboard box to keep him dry,

the poor little dog just wanted to cry.

So a tear dribbled down his muzzle like the rain,

and that's when he saw it. So clear, so plain.

A person walked by, on the street to town,

She looked like they really could use a good hound.

And she happened to glance down the street to the mutt,

and then the puppy just went with his gut.

He ran to the girl, her golden hair glowing,

in spite of the cold wind ever-blowing.

And then she bent down, to scoop him up in her arms

and from there, she took him straight home to her farm.

And now, the little pup's name is Dribble,

and he fills his belly every day with kibble.

And chases and runs, and has oh so much fun, 

and then he curls up with his girl by the fire,

and he's never since lied by the wet street, watching tires.