even more poems

haiku
some haiku's are five
middle has to be seven
last is livin in five
writing!
paper blank
pencil sank
hand is alive
to help me thrive
paper full
pencil pull
hand is tired
to get whats required
midnight
late at night
witching hour
the stars a sight
the baby’s sour






rain!
pitter-patter on the roof
the wet grass is your proof
just singing in the rain
you lose all sorts of pain
i love dancing all around
with all the puddles on the ground



a moment of anguish
want it gone
away forever
but i know
that it’ll never
focus on one
impossible
focus on many
probable
my life
is troubled
my times not good
fall away
i think i should
anguish
all they time
pain
i know the sign
sacrifice away
i hope
practice on
tying my rope
anger
kill
fear
mad
feeling
alone
Remember when!
remember when you learned to walk
remember when you learned to talk
remember when i taught you to share
remember when i taught you to care
remember when you counted to five
remember when the first time that you dived
now i remember when you did
but all these happened when you were a kid
i wonder where the memory’s go
when you are gone when you have grown
remember when you said i love you
remember when i said you too

more poems

tests*
the stress
of tests
are bad
and sad
they are pests
colors (based on book theif)!
The beginning, life, love
In the end, death and colors
You know me and will see me,
When you are caked with body.
I will put your caked body off
And bring you away.
Haunted by survivors,
I will look for the color,
The color of the beginning of your end.
My place is irreplaceable.
The colors are my only relief,
Those colors of you
light house
in the sea on boats
watch for lights in the ocean
rocks is what they warn
grades!
a or b
or c
is ok
but if a f
is left
at the end of may
Summer school
instead of a pool
is where you will lay

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hi everyone i am a new blogger i have some cool poems i hope when you repli i will put up other's poem's as well ok well here are my first few

People

Big, small,
or just plain tall
we play ball
or climb up walls.
people grow old.
we used to be sold.
we also get cold.
some are very bold.
famous guys
don't really wear ties.
most aren’t very wise.
they are awarded lots of prize.
us
we are the same .
though we all have different names.
no one is lame .
we all can have fame.
poems
poems are fun
for everyone
fun to see
and fun to be
love to write
love to might
poems... are ...right
fire
hot and red
a killer jumps out
taking lives
water pumps
big men in suits
help them all
scary boots
save children small
relations*!
love
brings
together
hate
tears
apart
family
is you
forever
and
friends
are
the making
of your
heart
want to be a poem writet
savannah