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I wrote this sonet poem about my dad.
Daddy at War By Medusa Flame I want to be a scaredy cat And runaway to hide in a cave, But I can’t do that. I have to stand here and be brave! I want to be a coward and tell him to stay! That would be selfish and he doesn’t want to go. I sit here with my pen and paper and jest pray, Wish it would hurry up, it goes soo slow. I don’t want to sleep, the nightmares do matter. Pride fills my being while I think of my daddy. And the nightmares leave my hopes tattered. As he risks everything to protect others—my daddy. Waiting here I hope for the best, Praying for him to be blessed. |
The Wind
by Medusa I like when the wind makes colors. It seems like it is a Herd of horses rumming Om the grassy plains. Different colors are in different winds like windy Rain or a desert sand storm Or a wind in a Hericane. The Otherside by medusa I have wondered what The otherside of life, Of war, of the world, And the otherside of the hill. But what I wander the most is The otherside of myself. The Storm by Medusa When the storm is here The thounder rolls slowly While the lightning strikes The steets are emptying The river breaks And cuver but does not Cuver me. |
Unknown
by Medusa I see everything That I can Let me be gone. I don't want, To say anything. For any reason. I think I Am seeing The unseen again. Is this normal? Is this my punishment For lying to family? Portector by Medusa I am portected I am sad and scared I feel like a onion peel Thrown in the bin. I want to go and hind in my cave. My portector is allways Here! But I am broken. My red houe is falling. Down More and more While Mother Earth Cries. My protector is deperesed. My protector is here trying to save me from getting hurt. |
Herd of Cowboys
By Medusa Flame I see a 4fy. 4 in Chincoteague With its master that wears a Sou'western cowboy hats. There after a Rocky Mountain herd Ahead. Run! As fast as you can! I see the blond-brownish Mains. There free. There running and jumpin' with bison. Natives see the cowboys and Started going a new rout To get the bison and Rockies. But the cowboy herd was coming back fast And one of them foght the wild mustage leader and won the herd of Rockies. See by Medusa Flame I see you. I see all. I see me. You see her. You see all. You see me. She doesn't see you She sees me? We are confused By this I am invisible You are real. I can disappear, You can run away. She can see him I nor you saw him. He is me You are her And we all are one! |
Here is a New poem I did.
I know Peacer By Medusa Flame I do the thins You do for me. I speack the truth Like Persephone does. I speak to you Like I speak in me. I can not lie in Rhymes I can in heart. I can't live in a hole But I try to. I see you, I see all. I love you, I love all. I see the loving peacer. I know her. I live with her. I don't talk to her. I stay to air. I like shining down. I love Alipalo. For he gives us light. I hav no enemy's. I don't leave my home To get them. I know the loving peacer. She is me I am her. I checked mated Your king But never my own Queen. I say "Te quiero." I love all. I see gates I see all. I know you You know me. I see you You see me. And we see each other. |
I did:I am
I wanted to do this I pushed I don't remember afterwords I leave and come I hate and love I see and don't I cues and clean I make and destroy I live and hide I have and don't I want and get I have this and don't I need and don't I hate it I love it I give it and reserve it I found it I gave it I am the peacer I am the helper I am the joker I am the lover I am the caretaker I am the jester I am jest me. |
Live
L is for liefs I is for Icy V is for Velvet E is for Eyes This spells velvet eyes icy liefs. That is liveing with all of this in the world. |
My unfinished Song
Live today Live tomorrow Either or works for me Let me be myself Forever more. Memories Fade like a song. And I can see myself straight Again. I stay alive for others. But please speak to me. Tell me what you wish. Tell me what you want. I am sick of lies and life. Let me lead myself a few miles. Its been awhile sense I could say I love myself as well. |
Little Mouse
Little mouse what do You want to do? I know Now eat sleep and us Being friends Just like me Little mouse Little mouse Just like me Little mouse. 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. 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. |
Medusa, please be sure not to sign your name to each one of these poems. We already know it was you who's written them, so there's no need to post that in each post. It can be considered spamming. :yes: I went ahead and removed them from your most recent posts. :yes:
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Ok I'm sorry I didn't see that last night when I did it. I'll fix it right away. Thank you for catching that.
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Time
Time is like a mother elephant It goes quick when nothings There. It goes slow when something is wrong. Time is as beautiful as a Butterfly. Nice and swift when Normal. But Happiness is never In time because time has Never been anything besides Happiness. Winter Moon There is frost everywhere Like evergreens They never die. The winter moon Creates a spakling shadow On the sky. But we can't touch it. We see and Touch the winter moons flowers! Winter moon come and Dance. the grass sparkles Lovely again. Winter moon. |
History
H is told I is told S has stayed T is found O is still standing R is lost in a forest Y is for all when we are here. His story His story is different from Her story. He wrote letters She drew pictures. His life was from place to place Her life was on a farm. He loves motocycles She loves plants. His story sparkles Jest like Her's does. Medusa Medusa con not see us She is sad that she scared Another man. I am sorry that our dog Is barking at the statue You made. I see your pet I see your friend. Please Medusa let me Be your friend. I wont harm you I swear. I love your cave I love your weaves. Of reds, greens, and blues. Prey I sit here thinking About life With my want to Die. I live for you Not me But I am sitting Crying inside I want to see the otherside Of this A gift? People say it is but I say it isn't sometimes. I want to die I live for you not me. I live for you and to see the otherside. |
Tickling Tulips
A tiger tickled the tulip's toes With tiny topaz toads, While the tan tigers talking teeth Tasted tear drop tomatoes, on a train traveling towards treasure holding a terrific tangerine ticket. tiger tails took tight ticking clocks that tolk tacky time To teriffied tubular talking triangle turtles, A tulips turquoise toes. |
Live like it matters
Living is something Life is everthing else. It is like a indigo sunset Or a flying star in daytime. A bright plaid wall talks to a horse. I have seen this In a dream......... I am dark Nor normal I live inside My own DREAMS! |
Her Story
She was Thirteen She was saveing grace She got to ride her first Bike. She thought it was great. Now she is run Run from the ones Who harmed her. She is riding a lovely Motorcycle. No one really knows her But she stays to herself. Why does she like to be alone? Does it make it easier to run. Let this be free. She has always known She is a Biker Her name is Biker Let me tell you a little secret She loves everything but she Is mute. Yes, She can not talk. she doesn't know how. No one realized this but she is one good friend. Biker Where have you been? Biker Why are you always running? Let me know when you want to listen to my story about you. |
I walk Through the valley of
Death and hear nothing at all I walk up the Highway Going home and see life I am going home, sweet home There is no place for me here. Let me be free It is hard to walk After you learn to fly. Nice and at ease Is the best Things that i wait for. I think the silence of the World to be at peace is A verry hard thing to do. we are always at war. We don't know why Or to live any other way. Change is hard as well. It is like Putting sugar in A bleeding cut. Or superglue on a soda can and giving it to your friend. |
Very nice poetry ^^.
I love how you write! |
thank you. Aiyanna!
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Going up the Road of life
Thinking it is going no where till i saw that person I think it is hope less To talk but everyone around me Is trying to make me do something I can not do. But that one person. They don't agree They so say why Thy thinks they're Right with staying quiet Why say anything when it is better to Shut up in every argument. Think a little clearer. You might see you might need to. I hope i can stay me and stay a listener. I Love all but a love that person more I don't know why. I asked my sister if she saw them. But she said no. I think i like a person that I can only see. I know this will be difficult when the person that no one Can see is another person of thyself. I think i am a little odd When i am the only person that can see thing oter can not I hope you understand and if not then jest get over it. I want to be normal again By then Ii have never been really Normal. I want you to be happy for yourself. That means you can know yourself better then Thyself. So Happy No Ever after. |
Wild
Welcome to our home Of wild animals. We love our home Of wild animals. We're gathers Hunters and fishers. we want you and your People to learn our ways As we learn yours. The river is a wild thunderbolt! Like our Thunderbird sings. Welcome to our home Of wild animals. |
Find
I have not found that little coin In the oven Yet. I have not fond the lose of hope In the Heart Yet. I have not found that little piece of me That I have lost with hope Yet either. Finding anything seems hard to do. But I have found the love I was missing All along. |
Cold
By Medusa Flame Countless years ago In a nearby field of gold The horse here lives By the name of Cold; And lives with thoughts Of being loved and told. He’s a foal and I’m a child In a nearby field of gold, But he does not know the love I do; Cold Just knows the world to be lonely And wants to be loved and told. Countless seasons ago In a nearby field of gold, Snow clouds went over the sun And frightened my friend Cold For he knew he would be alone And he longed to be loved and told. He seemed isolate In the nearby field of gold. Easier by Medusa Flame Is it easier to be afraid, Or is it easier to have a strong well Or is it easier to trade. Panther’s night by Medusa Flame On the moon There is a panther holding a spoon In a great loud tune, With a pair of striped pants on a loom. The panther on the moon Is sitting eating honey peas on a spoon. Dancing Faeries by Medusa Flame Night time is when we sleep And the faeries come out to sing With their quiet fluttering wings While they creep. Up stairs, down stairs In the house and out Dancing and jumping about Under the gazing stars. The faeries have no want to harm They are singing and dancing along Drum beats and highways so strong, And they are the faeries in the farm. Dancing faeries love a good song to sing. |
A piece of me
Says that I'm an Angel And the other part of me Says I'm a Demon And There is a third part That Says I'm a Golden Rose In a Sunflower. So, I'm an Angel And I'm a Demon So I'm must be a Beautiful River's fire with care and power. As a Horse and Moose. For the beauty and strength. This is a great poem that makes me feel better about myself when life starts to stink. |
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