BYC Poetry Club!

A note is but a memory, A song is but verse,
But the howl of a wolf you shall take to your hearse.
A deep resonant bellow, to shake the mountains bones,
A high warbling howl to bring back times long gone.
A sharp, peircing cry that will strike at your heart,
A high, shrill shriek that will tear you apart.
This is the howl that the old timer's fear,
This is the song that the wilderness hears.
 
What This Stone Sees

What this stone so black and gray sees
Our mortal view of history
Not keen enough to know as he
What so dreary shaded pebbles can be

So long ago was the sullen rocks birth
From deep within the center
Rivers of fire that swirled beneath
Hardened rock from the newborn Earth

From dust came life, as rock did know
A mystery to us the most blind
The waters swirled beside his place
From the water came life, and life will grow

And yet the content this life was still not
To live within seas and waves
To take to land the creatures wished
Above the currents, yet still destined to rot

For many ages the dark rock still boiled
The crust hiding fires of liquid
The rock upon rock that flowed still
Beneath the living and darkened soils

As below he hardened the newest rose
Those who changed the world
Those who carved from rock the law
The people, as this rock always knows

This rock saw, for he was of many tools
But never can the stone last
Crushed and forgotten by man
He was left to the windy world so cruel

In the depths of ocean this ancient stone
Became the life of another
Formed from the sediment snow
He hardened and the world had grown

Eons saw this rock in the planet's embrace
Mountains rising above forests
Heat forcing change with the decades
The above world contorted into mortal grace

From this rock's marble surface they carved
The pillar to stand and survive
To support the roof of the temple strong
He did not care as they celebrated and starved

And yet this rock tumbled to the dusty dirt
Nothing stood forever in birth
For even rock cannot still remain
As the people grew and monarchy usurped

As this rock watched in endless slumber
With cities leveled, empires razed
As tattered flags were risen above all
The voice an unheeded or heard rumble

He watched the tempests swirling grasp
No armies able to fight its winds
No building able to eternally stand
Through the strong, angry Earth's wrath

The many things this rock has seen
But nobody will ever care
Its just a rock, for all we know
Who cares where it always has been
 
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here is the greatest poem of all *sarcasim* song title: CHICKENS!?!?,
chicken are the rage,
these days,
the ones at the factory are in a cage :(,
as the sun gazes down,
the chickens are awakened,
and it is forsaken,
all the chickens like nakens,
are and will be awsome!
Im bad at poetry
sad.png
it makes no sence dose it LOL
 
here is the greatest poem of all *sarcasim* song title: CHICKENS!?!?,
chicken are the rage,
these days,
the ones at the factory are in a cage :(,
as the sun gazes down,
the chickens are awakened,
and it is forsaken,
all the chickens like nakens,
are and will be awsome!
Im bad at poetry
sad.png
it makes no sence dose it LOL
Oh, that poem wasn't that bad! As everyone says practice makes perfect!
 
When the wind blows my hair,
And there is a sweet smell in the air,
My chickens, so light,
Will break out in flight,
My feathered friends,
My multi colored hens.
My egg laying queens,
Eating grass so green,
Laying great brown monsters,
Laying little blues things,
Loving on the roosters,
Immune to bee stings,
My chickens, my joy,
My feathered compadres,
When the seasons change,
And your feathers fall out,
I'll be right there,
So don't you pout,
To wrap you in a blanket,
To bring you inside,
And when you are clothed,
In feathers so fine,
I'll put you back outside,
Under the pine.
 
When the wind blows my hair,
And there is a sweet smell in the air,
My chickens, so light,
Will break out in flight,
My feathered friends,
My multi colored hens.
My egg laying queens,
Eating grass so green,
Laying great brown monsters,
Laying little blues things,
Loving on the roosters,
Immune to bee stings,
My chickens, my joy,
My feathered compadres,
When the seasons change,
And your feathers fall out,
I'll be right there,
So don't you pout,
To wrap you in a blanket,
To bring you inside,
And when you are clothed,
In feathers so fine,
I'll put you back outside,
Under the pine.
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When the wind blows my hair,
And there is a sweet smell in the air,
My chickens, so light,
Will break out in flight,
My feathered friends,
My multi colored hens.
My egg laying queens,
Eating grass so green,
Laying great brown monsters,
Laying little blues things,
Loving on the roosters,
Immune to bee stings,
My chickens, my joy,
My feathered compadres,
When the seasons change,
And your feathers fall out,
I'll be right there,
So don't you pout,
To wrap you in a blanket,
To bring you inside,
And when you are clothed,
In feathers so fine,
I'll put you back outside,
Under the pine.

LOVE IT!
 

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