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The KnightA brawny man, hidden by armor, with a great steed by his side. A man with a bronze shield, and scratched equipment, and a razor-sharp broadsword in hand. A man who had been grazed by swords, and stabbed by daggers, and bashed with clubs, and struck by arrows, and burnt with steel, and looted by thieves; who feared nothing, stood strong, and had a courageous spark in his eye; and whose spirit remained powerful as he rode into battle.
WealthYou're born naked, you die naked,
that is my motto.
So why does it matter if you win the lotto?
Money is an object that can't bring you joy,
if anything, it plays with your mind like a toy.
Don't go through life saving every single penny,
those tiny cents have already corrupted many.
I'd assume you're probably asking yourself,
"Why live a poor lifestyle when I can have wealth"?
The answer to that is it can ruin your life.
Once filled with happiness, and now full of strife.
You say you'll do one thing but you do the other,
not even spending a cent on your dying mother.
Friends will be asking for even one dime,
and you'll say no, get one on your own time.
Your life gets lonely and filled with dread,
you'd probably think that you're better off dead.
Money, it seemed, should always bring cheer,
but it's the complete opposite, causing you to live in fear.
There are plenty of consequences that wealth can bring,
such as being in your life, and ruining everything.
BoredomI quietly sat there,
thinking as the rain was pouring.
I became aware,
that for me, life had never been so boring.
I pondered and wondered of what I could do,
there were so many activities, yet also so few.
I tried to read one of those amateur books,
alas, there was no sign of an interesting hook.
I switched on my TV, looking to play a game,
but the sum of them were bland, all and the same.
Then there was writing, a fun thing that I've done,
yet bad luck for me, my ideas were none.
Since there were no other things I could think of possibly trying,
my imagination rose and I thought I was flying.
That didn't last long, though, as the planes shot me down,
so I got back up, and took another look around.
I observed everything that I could possibly use,
then I soon realized, I could use these as my muse.
I placed down a paper and just started writing,
I thought, "Dang, where was all this fun hiding?".
I wrote and wrote then my boredom came to an end.
I'm so glad there's writing, it is such a
Dat PoemHello, I am a poem, how are you today?
You can't think of me? Well, I should get out of your way.
You have trouble finding me, and I wonder why
But maybe I'm here, you're just telling yourself a lie.
And since you're having difficulties, should I lend you a hand?
Wait, never mind, I'll trap your thoughts in quick sand.
It's painfully obvious that you're very confused,
Maybe you're writing this to get purely amused.
Who knows? Because I don't.
You're trying to write me, and to that I say you won't.
DovahkiinIn the prophecies tells of dragonborn,
the hero learning the language of shouts.
Destroying the dragons enflamed with scorn,
Says he will drive all of the evil out.
The savior of continent Tamriel,
He slays the world-eater called Alduin.
Fort is in danger, they're ringing the bell,
like Charlie Sheen, dragonborn always wins.
Commits many crimes and is forgiven,
assassinations to countless mortals.
Evil and heroic acts are driven,
heads to godly dimensions through portals.
The legendary hero Dovahkiin,
throughout history his acts will be seen.
MadrugadaÉpica y serena Madrugada,
la dulce espuma que retumba,
eres la única que mi inspiración ya junta
porque a tus horas me descubro enamorada.
No despecio al Día,
ni a la Noche, ni a la Mañana,
ya que el Día me hace sentir viva,
en la Mañana, mi corazón se despierta, palpita
y la Noche al consuelo de los suelos me consagra.
Madrugada, amiga mía;
no defraudas al poeta,
no defraudas al amor
(los que más saben de esto,
son Selene y Endimión,
refugio hallaron en tu sombra,
refugio ardiente de pasión).
Descanso entre los sueños,
Morfeo, tu estupor...
Madrugada, entre tus horas, guardaré mi corazón.
A Brave, Miniscule WorldHave you ever imagined, ever at all
What it would be like to be real small
Where you had to fend for your life
Where the light bulb glowed, like the edge of a knife
Where the action figures are the size of gods
Where there is no love, no peace, no rest, no laws
Where the dust mites will give you a good fight
You’ll battle all day and all of the night
Where from the top of your bed, you’ll see the land
Of sights so beautiful, so vivid, so grand
But, with one slip, you’re falling to death
With the mites eat your bones on your very last breath
Where the garbage is a cesspool, so vile
Where the shag carpet is longer than the Nile
Where the closet is the biggest of caves
Where shuffling through your laundry
Where vacuums are hurricanes, fearful and strong
Where fans on high lead to winters so long
Where glue is like quicksand, forever trapped there
Can you imagine a world if you dare?
A miniscule land of an endless quest
A huge but small world with a periling test,
The Firefly JarTHE FIREFLY JAR
by Indigo's admin
One summer night
Holding our jars
On a moonlit dusk
In the fields so far
Under the moon's shine
We raise them high
Grass tickling our feet
The glass lifted to the sky
And when fireflies come
Their lights shine in the night
We cup our bottles
And the land, soft and light
We continue the catching
Until the rise of the sun
When we finally know that
Our job here is done
That one summer night
In the fields so far
We come back home
With our firefly jars.
I wishI wish I was the wind, I could fly
be a spirit that wanders the sky
I could swim in the rainy clouds
I could chase seagulls, passing by
I wish I was a ray of light
that makes the days more bright.
I would bounce over green fields
and bring their colors to sight.
I wonder how far I would see
If I were a dew drop atop a Sequoia tree.
I would form every morning
and melt with the sights around me.
I wish I was one of the deadly waves
that lashes the rocky aegean caves.
I would clash with the pirates of the sea
and pull them, to their watery graves.
I wish I could see the world from afar
and streak across the sky, like a scar.
I wonder how it feels to be truly free
Maybe I'll just be a shooting star
PupriPlunge into the cool unknown;
dive deep, below the tide.
Down here, so beautifully alone.
In solitary cave, doth hide.
Here, in this golden garden,
this aquatic hound doth play.
Far from the touch of human hand;
a million miles away.
The seaweed, that surrounds him,
melts within his slender frame.
The trees grow tall around him.
The coral calls his name.
In this wild ocean's forest,
the logger’s sound has ceased.
Below the world’s growing unrest
this garden’s still at peace.
Make them Wise Listen to natures cries
Get through peoples lies
As we open our eyes
Fix the ones who thinks its amazing if someone dies
The Scorching Sun
When the sun rises
The heat it fries
The people they cry
With their mouths dry
It beams down on pavement
Like orange oven lights
The pavement burns the soles of your feet
It could fry eggs like a pan
Unlike an oven
You cannot make the arrangement
Only the solar system can
It follows you everywhere
sometimes hidden from sight
From the Sahara desert
to the cloudy skies of Dublin
From Mount Fuji of Japan
To the winterland of Antarctica
Under the trees of South America
To the lovely coast of Saipan
When the sun falls
The shadows grows tall
The heat gets small
When the full moon begins to rise
The birds say their last calls
People and creatures alike become alive
and werewolves cry
Written by E.G.
When I look at AntsWhen I look at ants, I see fascination
When I look at ants, I see wonders
When I look at ants, I see life
When I look at ants, I see curiosity
When I look at ants, I see strength
When I look at ants, I see teamwork.
When I look at I see a colony at work
When I look at ants, I see hundreds of siblings
When I look at ants, I see armour
When I look at ants, I see many legs
When I look at ants, I see something I should not kill
When I look at ants, I see fragile creatures
When you look at ants, don’t just see pests
When you look at ants, don’t see something to kill
When you look at ants, don't get grossed out
When you look at ants, see nature at work
Blood MoonThe blood moon rises on this night
Burning crimson through the sky
Oh what a wondrous, enchanting sight
Such terrible beauty it makes me cry
I stand transfixed in its burning gaze
And I kneel before its might
My senses are ablaze
And the world seems to ignite
That bloody light awakens
The beast from deep within my soul
My humanity is forsaken
And I have lost all my control
The hunters of the night are howling
They are raging to the moon
My instincts they are screaming
I will be joining the hunters tune
The blood moon shines down in the night
As the hunger claims my soul
That shadowed red and horrid light
Reflects my eyes like burning coals
Suddenly all is luminescent
And so the dark is hewn
By that gleaming silver crescent
Where once gazed the bloody moon
Her silver eye brings silence
And peace returns so soon
Yet who can forget the power
Held by the blood red moon
The Leaves Swayed, the Leaves FellThe leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
The sun rose up into the home it dwells.
The farmer stood in the empty field,
as the wounds of winter had been healed.
He took a deep breath and gazed in the sky,
a marvelous sight to see the sparrows fly.
The leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
The echoing is heard of the church's bell.
The wind drove blades of grass in the air,
and nature went on without a care.
The seeds of life are gliding through the sky,
and deep in the soil is where they'll lie.
The leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
Darkness falls on this day that was swell.
The moonlight gleams throughout the plain.
It soon lights up the entire domain.
It's time for nature to now get some rest,
so it can make tomorrow extremely blessed.
The leaves swayed, the leaves fell.
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