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Medusa Flame's Poetry
The Fire
The fire is a window A window to life and death It is like a crystal ball that You see what you want to The fire is in every day life But not every one knows The fire’s secret I know it Jest me And now you. It is hot and bitter cold So don’t touch it It’s a window Of all of us. It’s like we are Trees with any leaves. We can’t really see it Unless we use are Imagination. |
I moved your poem into your own thread which you should use anytime you write more poetry. ^^
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Thank you Ferra.
I will write and share more poetry. How are you? |
Door
Doors people go in And out I stay in You stay out Like we are in Cages apart Sad as can be Trying to reach To one other But can’t Not sleeping Or eating Jest trying To reach Each other. Morning Star The morning star is like some raisins in my Oatmeal that make my day bright. I almost always think about the night But I still have the morning star in My heart That is always red and hot. But I never know that it would Always be morning even when It’s dark so I stay up thinking about Night still I let the morning star Set. |
Gates
Gates are like Doors but we Can see throw Them. We can eat and Sleep if we want But I am still inside And you are still outside. I can talk to You now I am not so Sad anymore. But I am still trying To reach you And give you A big HUG! |
Very nice Medusa! Oh my little baby sister is getting so good at these things. ^-^ I'll make a thread and you can read mine.
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Thank you Fate.
If you give me the link to it that would be great. Love you too. |
Home
This is now my home It is jest me here In my lovely home of red You may ask where it Is but This is my home of red and White My lovely home is inside. |
Music
This is my Life My life of music Jest hearing my own drum beat makes me Jump in cheer. Why do I need to have A group of people play with me when I can do it my self Why do people say I am the one To loose. And why do you think I am so happly all the time? Is it all about how I am that I feel this way to ask so many Questions? If so please tell mee I would love to know you too. As a freind and as family. You will make my day even brighter While I March to my own Drum beat. |
Horses on the grassy plains
Run! Islandic Herd! Long grass, Short grass, Wide thick and thin; Eat entel to get foll, And enjoy. Jump over, Big logs, And ran with freedom. Brown, white Fur with black hooves moving, A herd jis coming. Down hill, Than Stop and drink, Water, Flik, Tails, At it; With nice beautiful smooth fur Shining in the sky, that is clear and blue all day long, With emerald grass, And colorful flowers. At all none of them Get hurt by the moving grass. |
Morning Star
The morning star is like some raisins in my Oatmeal that make my day bright. I almost always think about the night But I still have the morning star in My heart That is always red and hot. But I never know that it would Always be morning even when It’s dark so I stay up thinking about Night still I let the morning star Set. |
Wind
I like when the wind Make colors. It seems like it is a Herd of horses running On the grassy plains. Defferint colors are in different winds like winy Rain or dwsert sand storm Or a wind in a hurricane. The Other Side I have wondered what Was on the other side. Of war,of the world, and of the hill. But what I wonder the most is The other side of myself. I Feel I feel sad, I fell mad, I feel happy, I feel I feel like a human |
Sound
Sound is lovely Sound is grand Sound is a loliby Sound is my Way of feeling Is my way of breathing Sound is lovely Sound is hope Sound is me saying all these things. Sound is lovely Sound is grand |
Ode to you
You make my day be reading this You help me feel needed You are the one the helps me out You are my mom That teaches me All my subjects And now you my mom Are my dream to follow my dream Jest like you did. |
Hope
Hope is the thing that is like a bird. Hope is when someone leaves it comes when you need it but is is The thing with feathers. Hopef is in all Hope is me and you Even if it is all gone we still have a little Even if we don't see it. Hope is the thing that we can't see Hope is the thing that is like a bird. |
Love
Love is what? Love is me and you Love is like hope! Love is nature Love is noise Love is sound Love is music Love is life Love is you. If you love yourself then you can love others. |
The dance
The dance Of the moon is lovely The moon Is danceing with the stars. While the wind is Danceing with the grass and flowers. And the moon and stars Just looking down on the Rest of the dancers. Theres dance is the Dance that happens only at Night. They like staying up late and sleeping in. Want you to watch if you can stay. |
This peom has no name so make one for it as you read.
Tear, Cry? There the same Tumble time Is jest like Tear and Cry. let see want is wrong with Am empty jar or bed. I know it is empty It is alone So alone But it lives. |
Moon
By Medusa Moon you are full While being Dull And Bright With tons of white You are big,and danceing for fun With the stars Sometimes I jest want to go up and sleep On your soft and fluffy dress. |
Resorts
By Medusa R is for rate E is for the level of evil S for soro O is for order of rated evil R for right T for short temper S for short. |
Onion
Onions remind me of the first day of kindergarden Crying and alone Like the onions skin Not remembered and thrown Into a bin Onions are stronge and brave That day I was an onion Basil Basil reminds me of dinner That never should be thinner The light gets dimmer As the sauce simmers A small salad spinner At the table I await dinner Mint Mint is a bright fresh day In May With no clound is sight In the sky that is high in flight A bird At the noise it heard |
Million of Stars
Shining is a dard sky A galaxy holds the stars Itchy grass Against my legs Rough Flaky Brown bark against my arms The call of an owl A sweet grassy smell Tickles my nose |
The Rainbow
The rainbow is Like a bring It is so colorful The rainbow is Also like a door or gate It is so pretty It does not hide It is alway in the Sky it jest not Knowledge to the Eye of the human. Free Eagle You up There flying in the Sky so big and bright blue Flying so freely and lovely Looking for dinner. |
Sad Night
The owl In the cold Night Morning its lost. In an Ash tree, Waits for its freind, Bat to help it fly again. Bat flying so high Trying to help Owl Stop cring To fly But she lost her, Life to the Hunter that Killed her Young. |
Give
by Medusa Flame I give you, You give me, We give eachother love and joy, We give it to everyone we care about, You and me We help people see what life is. You and me, We are friends that don't know a thing About how to sleep or eat Without family or friends. |
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