This is the real poem page. I've pasted all the poem actually by MJE, HLN, or RSI here. Pleeeeeease don't put poems other than your own here!!! I won't. I deleted some of my dumb poems.
Mje's:
The swiftness of a running wolf,
The kindness of a flower,
The freeness of a soaring eagle,
For thou who has the power.
For me or for you,
But the snow on my window,
Makes a snow white view,
but I just found something new,
As if far away from home,
The snow white view just made me a cool new poem! (wierd)
BEAUTY CAN KILL:
An eagle swoops from the sky,
It's beautiful feathers shining,
But beauty can kill, why?
A fish jumps out of lining,
The eagle catches it in it's beak,
The fish will soon be dead,
The beautiful danger flys away,
with her glistening snow-white head.
A kiss, only but one:
Where but the kiss hath happened?
Were thou where?
As if thy runs but from the sunlight,
A kiss would not even be a reward,
A kiss is only but for a love,
But thy runs! Thy leaves,
It is not but where thou hath been!
Another love! Another sunlight!
Thou would not be hath worth,
For I would not give thy kiss,
Not for thou.
THERE IS SUCH AS TOO MUCH!
Oh, there is such as too much snow!
Unless the snow is ersatz,
I don't like either slow snow,
Or those fluffy fat white cats!
WHAT I LEARNED:
I learned ersatz,
I learned idiosyncrasies,
I learned I really hate cats,
I learned about keeping bees,
I learned about snow,
I learned about trees,
I learned about slow,
I learned for ME!
Rsi's:
Velvety petals curl gently inward,
As if protecting some fragile jewel within.
But no Jewel dare compete with
Transparent pearls of dew on
Brilliant red roses.
Curving thorn tastes blood,
Ah, that moist, live-giving, flow!
But no mortal blood dare to stand against
Those blushing scarlet flowers.
A single salty tear splatters on petal
Blending, swirling, with last nights dew.
Circling towards the innermost
Crimson cavern.
A tear shed not for a finger pricked,
But for beauty unmatched.
Twisting, spiraling, dancing.
Into a perfect glittering galaxy
Which sinks into the secret depths of a
Fiery rose.
Small silky soft paws of mine...
Tiptoing without sound.
Over rustling leaves
(That are silent when I pass)
And slipery stones
(Though my black pads never slip and inch)
And sticky pine needles
(That I later dislodge with my small, sharp teeth)
My small, silky soft paws will
Become
Feirce!
When little mousy paws scamper near.
I will become lioness.
Great Jaguar Queen.
And leave behind the body of a
Little black pussy.
Until the mice are gone.
Eaten.
Until I have cracked their bones in my fangs.
Then I will retun to my
Pussy-footed self.
Lick my small, silky soft paws.
And tuck in my Lioness claws until
Next
Mouse
Hunting.
Hln's:
A Single Drop
A drop of water
plink
plink
Saves an ant
sip sip
Drowns a fly
gurgle
ulg
No one notices
What a drop of water can do.
My Friends
My friends dream of lying around,
Sleeping,
Love,
Kisses.
I dream of flying,
Treetop climbing,
Snowflakes,
Kitty-cat hisses.
Slush and Snow
Slush
Wet brown slush.
Is there anything
BUt slush?
Snow.
Heavy deep snow.
What month is it?
July.
I am A Cat
I am a cat. Not small, not large.
But a cat. Sleek and pround, nothing compares to me.
I am a cat. Not a turtle, green and slow, nor a bird,
who flies high.
I am a cat.
Dawn's Gems
A fragile cloud of
translucent mist
drapes across the fields,
blanketing them in
fog.
As if the grass is hiding something
but what?
What is there to hide
in this forsaken
mist bedecked
expanse?
Slowly,
as if unwilling to do so,
the mist lifts
revealing
nothing?
It was all an illusion then?
Suddenly, out of the morning
a beam,
a golden hand of morning
This, then, is the treasure the field was
concealing?
The shimmering rays of gold
sunbeams
the emerald jewels upon
the grass, the dew,
the rubies shining from an early woodland
riser's eyes.
These are the treasures?
To a childs unknowing eyes,
these mist wreathed
precious gifts
are the greatest of all.
Dawn Beams
As the golden beams of dawn
Flitter through the windows,
Whispering,
Wake up!
I stretch
Not eager to rise,
but reluctant to stay
while the dawn beams are here.
You've been asleep to long, lazy head!
The mischevious rays of lights giggle.
My cat, confused,
as she often is
Paws
At the annoying creatures.
As the sun grows older in the sky,
The beams are less frisky,
they are more knowledgeable
they sleep.
As does my cat, flopped out
in their radiant heat.
As night aproaches, the beams arouse again.
Silent, as if on padded paws,
They float,
Out of the window,
into the night,
not to come again until
next morn.
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