These are all the poems I have written and put on here. :)
Fire and Stone
Fire and stone, break and tap
And dance 'cross blue walls, they crackle and zap
I watch in awe, like a ghost unseen
Nobody knows me but I paint serene
I wish you had been there, to see what I'd seen
The beautiful noise, the terrible dream
And the shadows on the wall that stopped and waved
But shift so fast they took the memory they gave
It reminded me of water, falling on stone
Like Lightening or Thunder with a monotone moan
And I sat there, just like the ghost
Who made this place, and loves it the most
Storm
Blue and white
And green and grey
Wet and dry
Sitting at the bay
There's a boat
Just over yonder
What's its story
I begin to ponder
It's been raining
And never will stop
The thunder crashes
And the lightning pops
The flashes are
My only light
But it being cold
Is my only fright
The boat is whipped
And tossed and turned
I imagine the sail ripped
A lesson never learned
I wonder who is in there
Then I see it tip
I run to the shore and start to swim
No worry about the oceans whip
I swim and swim
My arms losing strength
Until I get there
Surprised it's not sank
I walk inside
My cloths dripping dry
I sit down to think
My mind never sink
As time is flying
I start to drift
On my new boat
My worrys gift
I take a peek
At the menacing grey
And fold my hands
But never did pray
My new journey has just begun
My mind still shocked and slightly stun
I hear the song that's rarely sung
About the worlds that are almost gone
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|Shape and form|
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The black.
It's the dark.
With my words I try to paint it.
Some lightning, a spark.
The red.
It's the fire.
Spreading passion and burning brightly.
But soon after, it tires.
The grey.
It's the rest.
Normal people doing normal things.
Some say it's better, best.
The white.
It's the dove.
Bringing us hope and signs of life.
A symbol of our love.
The pink.
It's our lust.
A dirty greed we often fall for.
Change us, it must.
The yellow.
It's the speed.
Busy lives are without life.
But without life there is no need.
The blue.
It's the grace.
It flows perfect and steady.
Erasing every trace.
The orange.
It's the wood.
Silently changing but always the same.
Old and always good.
The green.
It's the life.
Made up of all these different colors.
But so easily stopped by knight.
This life will keep on changing
In every way, shape, and form.
But the colors are always shaping
A beautiful world newly born.
