Neutral poetry

Not Happy... not sad... just.. poetry?

The Night Sky

As I look outside at the moon,
I realize that it is never too soon.
Never too soon to be happy and free,
It is never to soon to be just me.
The stars are dancing across the night sky,
I see their radiance, and let out a sigh.
This sight is one I could never be tired of,
It brings me peace; it is a sight of love.
When the moonlight shines upon the late winter snow,
It seems to make the entire earth glow.
How I wish I could go and live in the night sky, enjoying these sights forever,
The elegant stars in the night sky, looking at them makes me feel so clever
Clever in the sense that I am looking at worlds millions of miles away,
All from just my outside yard, I see them enlightening my way.
The night sky is a wonder; it is my source of peace,
It makes me feel so happy and peaceful, I hope this feeling will never cease.
As I look outside at the moon,
I realize that it is never too soon.
Never too soon to be happy and free,
It is never to soon to be just me.

~Wrote by request of Clammeh to write something non-depressing

The Giver by Lois Lowry

Hello, my name is Jonas, and I have a story to tell you,
My story is of deceit and betrayal, such I could never believe was true.
The world I live in is perfect, or so I thought,
My father takes care of babies, and to our house a baby was brought.
In my community, when we turn twelve, we are assigned a job for life,
When the jobs were given out, my name was not called, which I thought would start strife.
Then I found out my job was unique, it was only assigned to one,
I was to be the new receiver, a job that was not much fun.
In my world there are no feelings, we feel no hurt or pain,
Yet one of us holds memories of the past, memories of disdain.
The one that holds the memories, is who I take training from,
His name is “the Giver” and as he asks, forth I shall come.
Forth to receive the memories, memories of the past,
Joy, angst, love, death, all I see creates an impact that will last.
In our community it is said that babies who are too small, or people who are too old,
Are “released” or sent away, that is what we are told.
Nobody sees what happens, but the people who release them, we do not know that these are all lies,
They are not just sent away, there is a truth, which I despise.
Until I saw a memory of war, I did not know what death was,
I did not believe that people died, and this is all because,
Nobody told me the truth, so I asked for a release to be shown to me,
That was when I realized, my father was not who he was said to be.
The baby that I saw, by my father he was killed,
There I saw that the gap between life and death was filled.
I could not believe my eyes, he really killed it?
It was all so very shocking, and the baby did not even throw a fit!
Then I thought about back home, was it true that my father would too kill this baby?
I had a plan that might work; it could work, just maybe.
I talked to the Giver; I told him that the world should know that the people are actually killed,
The world needed to know the truth, and to do that I willed.
The second I left the community, my memories would be free
They would be wandering around, for everyone to see.
And so I left, and I took the baby with me,
Hoping that this would help to uncover the truth, I hoped the truth would soon be free.

~Narrative poem written for a school project? Basically a summary of the book, The Giver

Wordlessly speaking,
Showing a breathtaking amount of emotion,
Silently falling from your eyes,
A drop of water,
Rolling down your cheek,
Joy, Sorrow, Angst, Love
All emotions,
From this one drop of water,
A teardrop,
Silently speaking,
Wordlessly saying everything,
You could not say.

~Dont ask.

A twinkle of light,
A single raindrop,
A silently burning flame,

A child’s laugh,
A silent teardrop,
A smile,

A gentle breeze,
A flash of lightning,
A clap of thunder.

We are surrounded by small miracles.

~Again, don't ask

lol D, don't be shy of your poetry, its really good. Even if it doesnt mean a thing! ... but most of your poetry does mean something

Who said she was shy about it? O_o

She looks shy when she says 'Dont ask'. Cause she obv. wrote it for a reason

Equilesse wrote:

lol D, don't be shy of your poetry, its really good. Even if it doesnt mean a thing! ... but most of your poetry does mean something

Meh, most people who read em think I'm awfully depressed... I'm not...really... I just only write when I'm sad

Yeah

The Earth, a Series of Couplets

Sea
Such mysteries lie within me,
Such mysteries lie, waiting to be free.

Star
I am dancing upon the mid-winter snow,
My gentle radiance makes the entire earth glow.

Sky
I am such a pure, delicate blue,
I make you want to fly up, and join me too.

Moon
My everlasting glow is ever so bright,
I am the one who lights the night.

Sun
I am a glowing ball of fire,
I have the power to change the world, a power some dearly desire.

Wind
I am the one, who whispers to you,
I am often your conscience, you know it is true.

Cloud
I am a very large white ball,
Although to you, I look very small.


Forest
I am a group of large, thick trees,
We all sway when there is a breeze.

Earth
They all come together to create me,
The earth, a planet, a place of great diversity.

~School poetry

Woah. thats good

Just a simple game

Puzzlepirates is just a simple game
A few puzzles, a pirate economy

You start out as a greenie
with no idea what goes on

You join a crew
and think they are your friends

Your name turns yellow
You become an acceptable member
of pirate society
you learn who to trust and love

you get someone special
some get their heart broken
It rocks their pirate existence

Some stay
Some fade away

Is it just a simple game?

Love it Tamo!!!!

lmao soooo cute Tam! :D :D :D

Wow,... I love the end, it's suprising. I like it.