Ooh, good idea, Jenni!

HIDDEN

Up in the sky

Of elegant blue

Are thousands of stars

Hidden from you.

LAST PLACE YOU LOOK

You always find it

The last place you look;

If it's a mirror,

Or if it's a book.

Maybe it was under your pillow

Or in your pocket,

Or even in your hand;

It's always the last place you look.

And now I shall leave you.  :D
P.S. my anti-spam thingiwe is nxxt.  It wants more people to submit their poems!  Ya!  Poems! Yaa!

TOP!!!!  I will write a random poem right now because this is a poem thread:

LAND OF BLUE-GREEN FLOWERS

The land of blue green flowers

Has turquoise trees' in the sky

Silhouetted against the 

Dark pink prairie that had 

Been painted by a two-year old.

The streams of a muddy brown

The rain a darkish blue

Crayons flowing against the paper

To make a hot red sun

Drawn by a two-year old.

Such imagination, does the

Small eye see;

A purple frog

With orange and golden stripes

Is hopping through the tan clouds.

Ok, so Luna wanted to write a poem with me.  (Luna is my sister)  So, I write the first line, she writes the next line; me, her, me, her...  She insists that we write a poem about poop...  

POOPY

Poop is brown

Poop is in your body

The stuff in the food that you don;t nead comes out as poop

poop poop

Lovely poop; you nead to poop to live

poop pee

~~~~~

So now for a poem I wrote my self:

There was a time

Where the sun had not been;

It's light was once none,

It might happen again.

There is a time

Where the sun will not be;

it's light will be gone,

The darkness then free.

There might be a time

To light Earth some more;

If it does, it will

Happen like before.