What will happen...?

[RedDragon]

I need to write a poem about the Black Death for school. I don't know where to start. I'm not all about the morbid and depressing.

 

[Kimp the Shrimp]

that seems like a werid project

 

[RedDragon]

Isn't it thou.

 

[JaniceFerSure]

Great poems everybody!

 

[RedDragon]

Ok, so here is my Black Death poem for school.

Lord of darkness,
Lord of strife,
Lord of death and
Lord of life.

He sent a plague
On flea on rat.
Killing so many
That He grow fat.

Sparing no one,
Taking all.
He reaped their souls
Then let them fall.

It spread through Europe
Like wildfire.
It took years
For Him to tire.

In the end
Nothing could be done.
Towns were burned and
Smoke rose with the setting sun.


So, what do you think? I know it's alittle morbid and depressing, but it's a poem about the BD. What do you expect? You can't make a happy poem about the BD. Anyway, I think there is something missing from my poem, but I don't know.

 

[RedDragon]

I'm always the one posting in this thread...Oh well, here you go.

An ode to life

Life is like
A brick to the nose.
Its not like
TV shows.
Life sucks
Like a Hoover.
Now that's
Quit a maneuver.
We follow
The flow.
Down to its
Very low.
There's
Nothing to do.
But that's not
so new.
All we can say is,
"c'est la vie."

 

[RedDragon]

Elusive sleep

Huh? What is it that wakes me?
What is that horrible noise?
It is like nothing
I have heard before!
Is the world coming
Apart at the seams?
At 2 a.m. it wakes me
And will not let me rest.
This sound I can't ignore!
I crush pillow over head
To drive away the noise.
I toss and turn,
Trying everything I can,
But it creeps in...
I can't take it anymore!
Give me crash of thunder,
Give me crack of lightning,
Let the heavens come down
Around my head.
That I have slept through.
But this oozes in my ears
Like a festering sore!
What is it about this
Noise that keeps me awake?
Why here, in this room
For the living
Where I take my rest,
Is this noise that
Could wake the dead?
It's like a wild bore!
I cannot sleep through
All this sleeping.

What kept me awake last night?


My Muse

My mind wanders,
As it often does,
And comes across
A creature
That lives in the
Town of Right Side,
On the street
Back of Brain.
I don't know
What he looks like,
His name, or his wife.
But he lives
Inside my mind
And meddles with my life.
He creeps forward slowly
And whispers in my ear
His voice is very quite
And yet I always hear.
I try to ignore him
But he is so insistent.
I break
And grab a pencil,
Call to my friend,
Pull out some paper,
And write a poem
In the end.

 

[MeepBorkMeep]

I found a haiku about my favorite movie, Animal House.

Belushi. Toga.
Toga toga toga to-
Ga toga toga.

The poet is clearly ahead of his time.

 

[RedDragon]

I got two of my poems published....I'm officially a poet!

 

[redBoobergurl]

Published? Nyssa that's awesome! Where did they get published? This is seriously cool!