Your poem must have at least 25 words or more, now send me a poem now?

Answer 1

There once was a hermit named Dave...

Answer 2

Just done this, so it's not really been polished, hope you like!

The Righteous Path
They left for the border - hearts that waged war
A sack for a captive to even up the score
No one has ever blocked and no one will
The path of bloody righteousness that leads to the kill

Now in the morning in the blinding light
The enemy upon them in the heat of the fight
Out of the shadows pulled the big mouthed gun
And spewed a deadly salvo on the towns of Lebanon

Darkness of ignorance stunts the growing seed
Nobody is saved and the dead alone are freed
No man has ever stopped and no man will
The flood of bloody righteousness that leads to the kill

Answer 3

When water flows in an empty bay
After the moon rises and the people lay
A mist sprays gently onto the rocks
While the Devil sits on the old wooden dock
Many people say that he is the one
Who will over take the setting Sun
But I am inclined to disagree
For that battle will be between the Devil & me

Answer 4

Dust if you must but would not it be better, To paint a picture or write a letter. Bake a cake or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need? Dust if you must but there's not much time, rivers to swim and mountains to climb. Music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead. Dust if you must but the worlds out there, with the sun in your eyes and the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow and a shower of rain,this day will not come round again. Dust if you must but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. And when you go,as go you must- you, yourself will make more dust!

Answer 5

WARNING - THIS POEM IS COPYRIGHTED>

Four Years Gone
Memories - catalyst of dreams,
And I search amidst the archives
For images of you,
Mother.

Because one day you fell asleep,
And left this thirty-something child to struggle alone,
Crying...

So in a catatonic half life
Complicated by the bottle,
I turn my back upon the world,
To sleep.

And it was last night,
As slumber gently beckoned,
That you came through to me
In truth.

Exonnerated with love with love, I wake up, grow up,
Throw the door and greet the light.
Because it's four years gone,
And time to move on.

Answer 6

I wandered lonely as a clod
Upon this road that I must plod
An errant thought had crossed my mind
Which lead me on to try and find
what might be just beyond that rise
And when I got there, as I surmised
You can't escape a Starbucks store.

Grande latte no whip.

Answer 7

I was on,
But now I'm gone.
Was taken away,
By the man with decay.

Soon, I will return,
Soon, I shall be back.
Liven alive and so full of crack.
Not knowing what to do, with him on my back.

But when that day comes,
I tell you you'll see,
That the one full of brains,
Is clearly insane,
And will wind up being taken away,
By the man with decay.

Answer 8

you asked for a poem, rather short
it's about a sailor not knowing starboard from port
when they went out to sea the captain said he:
"you are an awfully good sport!"

Answer 9

My poems are not copyrighted and are far to profound to be read by such meer mortals as you fine man specimen

Answer 10

I have a little cat
She is a bit fat
She likes to eat fish
Her tail goes swish.
She chases lots of mice
And I think she's quite nice.

Answer 11

You lied
I'm pis sed
You have no clue
What you've missed

My brain says "not fair"
My heart says "it's through"
It's not worth it to me
To try to be worth it to
you.

It shouldn't be this hard
To be myself with you
This see-through tendency
Can't possibly be true

I couldn't live with myself
If that's who you were
That wolf in sheep's clothing,
is more like a sheep in wolf's fur

Cowards have no place
In my life
So I guess it means, for you,
That this is goodbye