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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.
AutumnWhen in the graying twilight
crude rough winds
with roars and screams
the frantic pale
stars after the copper trail
of the exhausted
when the entire land is like a dried-up
with nothing but
a cracked horizon to gilt its knife-sharp edges,
when a damp and silent autumn
wraps the day
in shrouds of gray
and puts the world in a grave
illuminated by a pale lightning,
when gentle birds fly with fear
somewhere far away from here,
when the drunken summer passes over
the Nature's sleeping off her hangover.
Humming BeautyCaught in action
beauty of motion
a blur to the eye
that instills emotion
fast buzzing wings
can just been seen
looking so serene
long slender beak
good for the flowers
delving so deep
watch a humming bird
it`s great agility
as it hovers there
with awesome beauty..!
© Lissie Bull 2014 All rights reserved
EARTH: Acrostic PoemE ons old
A planet like no other
R eplete with resources
T hird planet from the sun
H ome sweet home
FrogThere was a frog, his skin as green as grass.
With amber, cat-like eyes,
and a belly as yellow as brass.
The one thing not on his diet is flies.
Three webbed fingers and toes,
and scales of various shapes and sizes.
Everywhere I go, he goes,
from when the sun sets to when the sun rises.
My frog has a name, it’s Ponder.
He’s very soft and cuddly.
I gave him the nickname Froggy, but I wonder,
when did he get so dirty on his tummy?
There was a frog, all made of stuffing.
I love him to death and I’m not bluffing.
Land of the Eternal SunRivulets of meltwater trickle by,
The calls of skuas fill the sky,
Wind whips lonely snowflakes past
As the sun crests icy hills at last.
Surrounded by ice at the top of the world,
Willow's diamond leaves unfurled,
The sun casts down its golden light
Illuminating all in sight.
Until the winds change once more,
And frazil rims each icy shore,
The sun will shine throughout the night
And show the Arctic's desperate plight.
RuinFaithless? twee child: curse me! feckless, 'tis truth. I
For just pride, would not so much say I've lost
Millennia, somnambulist days gone by.
Faerie queen, faerie queen, wherefore Fall emboss'd
Wedding train? arctic, thine eyes, glory too chimes,
Ancient canvas, deep trace the times.
Calm brings naught but hoarfrost,
Mine butterfly lover! weep-dry your blade o' lady wing'd,
Rue not life's kingdom gone to rost.
Hear Nótt sky, toll the towers bells a'ring,
Taste a dragonfly's crumpling; scorn the falling dark at last,
Open the skies, fate's hand a throw miscast.
WestliedWeite Wiesen, immergrün,
schmücken dieses herrlich Land,
hülln sie sorgsam, tausendschön,
in der deutschen Flur Gewand.
Unter ungezähmten Wäldern,
steigt das Eifelreich empor,
singt aus Flüssen und aus Feldern,
diese Ode der Natur.
Nur der alte Wächter stetig,
Dach der Heimdallskinder Welt,
hütet geisterhaft und redlich,
wo sich Tier um Tier gesellt.
Autumn GoldLying under an autumn tree
listening to the wind sailing through the leaves
watching as they fall to the ground
making soft beds for me all around
leaves of red leaves of gold
leaves of yellow warm my soul
cover me in autumn gold
where I'll always have a memory to hold
lying under an autumn tree
as the final leaves of autumn fall upon me
November SleepsNovember sleeps
The heat of summer sun
Till the last
Flower's life is done
And sends a puff
Of winter's icy breath
And brings with it
The frost of summer's death
And turns the world
To dull and graying brown
The tree's bare limbs
Become its only crown
A blanket of fresh snow
And blinks its eyes
And waits for us to know
That though November
Seems to have
Only the cold to bring
If there was no November,
There'd never be a spring.
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.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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