A poem completely utilizing the senses...
Yellow, as the new born sun,
Pink, as a freshly grown shrub,
I crush it whole, and wait until I hear,
The sound of walking on leaves,
I touch the candy, it’s very smooth,
I wonder if it is like a sanded piece of wood?
Atop a stick lies sugary goodness,
The staff symbolizes old age,
The candy symbolizes youth,
When inside its prison, the candy gives no smell,
But let it out of the wrapper, and then smell it too,
The air smells great with candy,
I take a chance, I take a lick,
Oh no, it’s very sour,
But slowly my tongue likes the taste,
So I guess eating it wont be such a waste!
x-x
Anyone think that it describes a lollipop?
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Life as a "Caveman"
This one's called "life as a caveman".. its kind of an expression of how I felt being in a completely new country.. of how i felt being in completely unchartered territory.. This system of writing verses is called a "quatrain"..( 4 lines per verse)
Life as a "Caveman"
My home is very dark and cold,
But to me it is worth solid gold,
Sometimes though, I need to be brave,
For my home is a big black cave.
When there’s a fire burning bright,
In my room there’s a little light,
A fire starts with a tiny spark,
Which is hard to start in the dark.
My father brave, has gone on a hunt
When he’s back he’ll greet me with a grunt,
To feed me he hunts for meat,
It is winter; I will be pleased to eat.
During the summer, I leave the cave,
It is the sunshine that I crave,
Still, though, I need to be brave,
For there are dangers, lurking around my cave.
x-x
Its only a metaphor... don't take it seriously, lol.. ;)
Life as a "Caveman"
My home is very dark and cold,
But to me it is worth solid gold,
Sometimes though, I need to be brave,
For my home is a big black cave.
When there’s a fire burning bright,
In my room there’s a little light,
A fire starts with a tiny spark,
Which is hard to start in the dark.
My father brave, has gone on a hunt
When he’s back he’ll greet me with a grunt,
To feed me he hunts for meat,
It is winter; I will be pleased to eat.
During the summer, I leave the cave,
It is the sunshine that I crave,
Still, though, I need to be brave,
For there are dangers, lurking around my cave.
x-x
Its only a metaphor... don't take it seriously, lol.. ;)
My first ever attempts at poetry :D
In my 7th grade we were forced to write poems.. so I was lucky enough to discover that I really enjoy doing that..! This one's a complete Metaphor called "Life"..
Life
Life is a beautiful dream,
With gardens filled with red roses of love,
Without pain and agony life is wonderful,
But life might turn into a horrible nightmare,
You feel thrown about ugly gardens,
With pain and agony your heart breaks into a thousand pieces,
Everything seems to be so wrong,
Roses, which were once red with love,
Turn black, and get torn apart,
But with understanding and caring, they turn red once again,
When lessons are learnt from our sorrows,
And once we correct our mistakes,
Life is a big crunchy apple,
But dwell not on old thoughts and memories,
For you should live in the present,
And not slouch away in the past.
x-x
Guess I was wise then. Dunno what's the case now! :P
Life
Life is a beautiful dream,
With gardens filled with red roses of love,
Without pain and agony life is wonderful,
But life might turn into a horrible nightmare,
You feel thrown about ugly gardens,
With pain and agony your heart breaks into a thousand pieces,
Everything seems to be so wrong,
Roses, which were once red with love,
Turn black, and get torn apart,
But with understanding and caring, they turn red once again,
When lessons are learnt from our sorrows,
And once we correct our mistakes,
Life is a big crunchy apple,
But dwell not on old thoughts and memories,
For you should live in the present,
And not slouch away in the past.
x-x
Guess I was wise then. Dunno what's the case now! :P
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