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. ^^

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.

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.