BYC Poetry Club!

[miss heny]

poems don't have to rhyme, just like all art is not abstract. Poetry should be expressive, like painting and scuplting, because it is a form of art. And that was some good art!

Indeed it is XD

 

[miss heny]

Mocking Bird


oh mocking bird,oh mocking bird,
oh how thee is always mocking.
From the cars that come by,
To the whistling of the train.
You protect your home,
With a fierceness of a lion.
Yet you can gently,
Like the soft summer wind.
Many find you annoying,
In the darkness of the night.
You mock them from their window,
Singing with the crickets.
State bird of Mississippi,
The mocking state.
Oh mocking bird,
Keep on mocking for me.

My fav bird BTW

 

[BantamFan4Life]

Please don't let this thread die out!

 

[iluvorpingtons]

Hypernova

A spiral of glittering dust
Stars, glittering in the ebony sky,
Diamonds of fire and fusion

Life
A flash, the birth of light
Pale paint spilled on the dark canvas
Even the rose will wilt one day
Even the stars in the sky
Will die​

Flash, strike, burn, die

The sky is golden and radiant
The sun is outshone
Light is free and wild​

The sentinel stars watch quietly
The giant subdued
The dragon slayed​

Plumes of stardust strike the sky
Rosy and chalco and gold
O star of fusion and fire
O light of radiance and rebirth

Strike, burst, gamma ray power

Hypernova​

Star of fusion and fire
Gigantic and intimidating to our world
Remember today and on the last hour
Even the shining dust will fade
Even the stars in the sky
Will die​

 

[Ducclelover10]

The sweet taste of success,
But could there be more?
Could there be less?
Flying around in circles,
Can't keep up with my own life.
There's to much strife.
I want to go somewhere new,
Somewhere where trees are blue.
Somewhere where I can be with you.
But all I can see is the green trees,
I realize I love the color green!
Maybe this is where I should be,
After all,
You are there with me.

 

[BantamFan4Life]

The sweet taste of success,
But could there be more?
Could there be less?
Flying around in circles,
Can't keep up with my own life.
There's to much strife.
I want to go somewhere new,
Somewhere where trees are blue.
Somewhere where I can be with you.
But all I can see is the green trees,
I realize I love the color green!
Maybe this is where I should be,
After all,
You are there with me.

Nice!

 

[Ducclelover10]

Nice!

Thanks!

 

[BantamFan4Life]

np

 

[BantamFan4Life]

Bye poetry club!

 

[chickenoverlord]

Is this thread dead?