If you're a poet, come and show it!

[Songbird74]

Orange color challenge.

Wales's Peak

Sweet, gentle mountain in Wales
That goes by the name of Blorenge
Oh what a sight to behold
No matter if you're white, green our orange

Down at your soft feet
A small river I can see flow
In your image I had found
But only if we meet will I know

If your graceful hills are encircled
With flowers of purple, pink or orange
Or if you find many a fungi
Releasing spores from their sporange

Whichever it may be
Thoughts of you will persist
Until I myself can see
Your beauty that does exist.

[bibilee]

sporange isn't a word, says the phone dictionary. 030

Challenge: Write a poem where most of the words start with H.

[Cloudflame]

Happiness is hurled,
Hurting happy hats.
Hunting horrified handfuls,
Of hats that look like hats.


Lolol idk what I'm even writing right now xp

[Boxen.]

Okay so this is a poem about my fave avenger(yes topaz I know he isn't really an avenger but don't dis on him k?) Good that's what I thought
note: this one is in captain America's view

Bucky
The winter soldier
The asset
Just names
No one not hydra can control
You are who you choose to be
So please
Come back my best friend
My one and only Bucky

note: this one is in Bucky's view

Bucky pt2
Who are you
Who am I
I don't know
You call me bucky
Who is he
Your star spangled body
Broken
Can I end this?
Yes of course you can you fool
You are the winter soldier
You take no pity
Then the memories
They flood back
I see a boy and me
Children
Hiding behind a pillow fort
Talking about being soldiers
When we grow old
I call him Steve
He calls me bucky
He seems familiar
Oh Steve what have I done
Come back to me
You are my best friend
And I am Bucky

[topazstar]

Wow! A great big THANKS to everyone posting here! Challenges, poems, fantastic! (and participating in challenges!)
This is awesome! Gift-bombs approaching, guys! Spread the word and type some here! (preferably in poetic form )

[Songbird74]

sporange isn't a word, says the phone dictionary. 030

(( I'll have to look into the phone dictionary. Thanks for providing another resource of knowledge, Rainboom. :3 As for the word 'sporange' it a commonly used shortened term for the word 'sporangium' a term I found in webster's and the free dictionary. But regardless of whether or not it's a real word, it's still a fun one to say. Sporange. Cheers! ))

A Good Boy's Wish

I wish on a star tonight
I hope my wish comes true
If you promise me, then alright
My wish I will tell you

I wished for my good friend, Rose
Whose heart had been stolen by a prince
Please don't think me rude to impose
But the thought of it makes me wince

He had stolen her heart and then
Ran off with the young princess of Wales
She stays by the sea and waits for a time when
She can smile again, and for her my heart ails

For she's so pure that she can't see
How much I pray for her to be with me

Some Days (Riddle poem!)

I dance in the rain
Because I can't feel the cold
I tease the lightning
Because it can't touch me
Even the thunder
Isn't a great match

I make children scared
Because of my comrade's voice
I cause everything to shake
Because they believe me to be cold
Even the waters
Are at my mercy

What am I?

[topazstar]

Bump!
PS. Any chance of a clue, Songbird? Hehe, I'm rubbish at riddles

[Songbird74]

Sure! But the hint is going to be a sight riddle too.

In darkness she reigns supreme
Of the night she is the queen
Nearly bright as a star of day
Constantly changing and sometimes away

I think this one makes the answer a lot easier! :3

[topazstar]

Ooh, is the answer to your riddle 'the moon'?

Keep posting, Chickensmoothians! More poems, more!!!

[uber_lee]

So, I'm fairly new to actually posting my poetry..but anyway, here are some I made up yesterday:

The worn out willow,
wrapping me in sadness.
cries for me.

The snake in my spine bites,
venom in my neck--
my vertebrae.

A tired, old, sunken hound,
lays down his head upon my knee.
wheezing. coughing.
silence.

I know somehow it was me--
it's why the willow weeps.
It's me.

~~~~~~~~

fire in my bones. freezes my desire.
glaciers in my heart. set my mind ablaze.

which will be the end of me?
which one holds my death?
Am I still the slave of beauty?
Or am I something else?

A sickness grows in me--
a plague that no one gets.

Beyond a simple pole.
it's reach is in my soul.

tell me.
Is this what it is to grow old?
~~~~~~~~~~

i can't escape my atoms
they're in me all the time.
around me, cloaking me
in my own death.

I do not want my DNA.
rip apart every strand
rip from me my mother, father.
rip my ancestors from my blood.
I do not want them in me.

Strip me down.
Tear me up.
I do not care what it takes.

Tear electrons from their homes.
Protons from theirs too.
Obliterate my atoms:
So I shall never exist beyond words.

~~~~~~~~~~~

the words come in short gasps.
I hear her still in my veins
I need to remind myself the color of her love.
she still sings pain in me.

~J.A.P


So yeah, those are my poems~they're downers, but, I like writing.