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:

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.

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!

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.