Did I tell you guys I'm a poet?

[chickenmum]

Yup, once write and save enough, I plan to publish a book of poems!

here are some:

I am a chair
People sit on me
With the highest expectancy
Of me
To hold them up;
Give them a seat.

But what if I didn't?
If they fell right through?
Bumping their bottom
And losing a shoe?

They'd shout oximorons,
And some other poo.
And then I'd be burnt up that chimney flue!

People today
Expect us to pay
For their needs or not needs
Ever day.

And when we don't
they might not shout,
But boy do they stand there
and chew us out!

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the leaves are red,
the sky is blue
the ground of silver
frozen dew.

The barren tree trunks
add some grey
to the living painting
of an autumn day.

the earth is hard
the clouds so soft,
with waiting snowfalls
held aloft

the summer flocks
come no more
to swim in the pond
to sit on the shore

they leave it tranquil
let it be
to mirror the foliage
peacefully.

but the cardinal and sparrow
decide to stay
and chatter and twitter
to brighten the day.

Another season of GOD's Creation
A world that feeds the imagination
all for HIS glory,
the work of HIS hands.

How could this have happened by chance?


There is another but I won' put it on right now; got stuff to do!

 

[rocktheflock]

bravo

 

[chicken_boy_Kurt]

Awesome. I like them. Especially the second one.

 

[English Chick]

BRAVO!!!! I particularly like the second one......

Come on you are feeding our curiosity what others do you have, perhaps we should start a poetry thread of own works for the BYC poets?

 

[chickenmum]

I made this one up yesderday:

In memory of-
is carved in stone
upon this rock
so overgrown
What he has done
is hardly known
he hasn't a rock
to call his own.

In Memory of
this fallen one
It must have been great
what he has done
Although forgotten
save by some
remembering this fallen one.

Ivy vines grow over these
heroic acts and memories
bullet wounds that run so deep
covered in blooms, shaded by trees
the hero here will rest in peace.

Now on this thing
I don't feel such
that inner tears are pricked and touched

but perhaps someday
cry i will
for those who saved
from those who kill.