I, today have

Chatterbox: Inkwell

I, today have

I, today have  found the need

to talk in poems, and plant some seed

 

I invite to join as i spin a bobbin, 

to talk in rhymes for a round robin!

 

If you can not, then don't despair,

Just think about, going to a fair!

 

(I really must say, I stink at this.

It sounds worse then when my cats hiss!)

 

Right about now, I shall start this thing,

on the next line, your mind will go ding!

 

 

My dog, she lays, still when I look.

As I look by, reading my book!

 

 

Please start from there, thats all for a dime

Until we're done, this thread must all talk in rhymes!

 

 

submitted by Jean, The Bean
(March 5, 2010 - 1:17 pm)

back to the Inkwell

My horse, she frolicks as I lie in the meadow,

I watch the clouds, and the birds become mellow

submitted by Horse Lover
(March 5, 2010 - 7:28 pm)

TO THE TOP, THE TOP I SAY!

MAYBE IN ANOTHER DAY!

submitted by Top!
(March 8, 2010 - 12:50 am)

Now that to the top the thread has gone

with the poem we'll carry on

 

Flying above my horse and dog

Are my cat and my pet frog

 

They are far above the ground

the most buoyant pets I've found!

submitted by ZNZ , age 12 , My location? /
(March 8, 2010 - 4:53 pm)

The flowers grow

From icy frost

Spring into summer

And winter lost.

submitted by Katie, outside looking
(March 8, 2010 - 7:26 pm)

I would say my continuing rhyme,

But Someone has already posted this time.

 

submitted by Jean R.
(March 9, 2010 - 6:23 pm)

The sun sneaks out from behind a cloud,

and so does Spring, jumping around,

from sun to snow and back again,

it must be March, so sings the wren!

The chickadee mocks all the world,

and flowers wave up from the dirt,

the stream is singing songs today,

the Spring has sprung, oh yes, hooray!

submitted by Amy G., age 13, Pennsylvania
(March 9, 2010 - 2:04 pm)

Please ignore my last post,

I have a new toast.

 

But, here, up north, where the wind is cold,

The snow, falls and it gets very old.

 

The sky, filled with the clouds,

Threatens to stay, but not. 

submitted by Jean R.
(March 9, 2010 - 11:58 pm)

Leafless trees that bend in the wind

rake across an empty gray sky

The earth below, it seems, has been skinned

of it's color, it seems ready to die

even snow has deserted, it's been blown far away,

over the the fields large and long

Leaving nothing except the wish for a fleeting summer's day

But it's the wishing, that makes it all wrong.

 

(let me explain. By "It's the wishing that makes it all wrong," I mean that it wishing for sumer/ spring makes for discontented souls in the barren time before spring arrives, when you are just yearning for robin's egg skies and bumblebees and gladiolas. *sigh*
 
 
Wow... that's a fantastic poem.  I'm really impressed!
 
Admin 
submitted by JFB, age 13, Here and There
(March 12, 2010 - 11:31 am)

And as springs springing all around

my dog perks up (he heard a sound)

I jump out of my seat and to the door

I open it and see a troll

And though troll and door may not be a rhyme

not typing that would be a crime

since at the door really was a troll

and he ate my doggy whole

 

 

submitted by Adina, age 13
(March 13, 2010 - 12:20 am)

Thank you admin!

submitted by JFB, age 13, Here and There
(March 13, 2010 - 9:51 am)

My sister just got teased again.

Outside I can hear a wren.

Jelly bean sticks to my teeth.

Another tree just grew a leaf.

Life in VA's not too bad.

Except for the teasing that makes me sad.

submitted by CJ, age 10, The Quiet Littl
(April 18, 2010 - 10:37 am)

To the top, you silly thread

Or else I'll have to go to bed.

submitted by CJ, age 10, Creativity Cent
(April 25, 2010 - 6:57 am)

I hope this disobeying thread

Wants to go up before I get fed

And if it continues to disobey

I'll have to get DTRA

submitted by Tip Top, age TOP, Toptown, T.O.P
(May 22, 2010 - 9:36 am)