Question

Poems

Answer 1

Crunchy leaves under my feet,
Spider webs on a public bench seat.
Trees almost bare,
No more leaves to spare.
Scarves and jackets hanging everywhere,
And leaves are blowing through the air.

Pumpkin pie and coffee,
And a hint of toffee.
Wet leaves in the raining days,
All around the corn maze.
Cinnamon and apples,
The scents all going through the air as the bells ring on the chapels.

Children playing in the leaves,
And the mother heavy breathes.
Coffee brews at the nearby cafe,
And there meows the local stray.
And my pen scratches the paper,
As there goes another skater.

Answer 2

You are really good at writing poems cx

Answer 3

@Angel Thanks

Answer 4

The wind blows always
Making the trees dance
Moving the pines and oaks
The dew shines on the green leaves
The rocks and trees coming together with beauty

Answer 5

(These are tankas)
The bright yellow sun shining so brightly
The dark green grass swaying
The bright ice blue butterfly fluttering
Flowers dancing in the wind
This is summer

Answer 6

Oh Lord I'm falling into the abyss again,
Someone tell me, where is my pen.
All of this pain will kill me,
It's so blurry, I can't see.
I need it, I crave it,
I just admit it.
I'm helpless,
It's endless.
I need a fix.

Answer 7

This is a bit of a WIP:
Come here little blue boy,
Come my way.
Come here, come here, I have something say,
Don't listen to them you are getting better everyday.
Everything's going to be okay,
Promise me that you will stay.
Don't you ever try to fade,
I'm here if your thoughts wonder towards the shade.

Come here little blue girl,
Come my way.
Come here, come here I have something to say.
You are beautiful, your are kind,
They just have a different kind of mind.
Don't skip meals, you don't need to,
Come on now, don't act so blue.

You're beautiful enough, sit back down,
And you too turn around that frown.
Life's too short to worry about them,
In the eyes that matter, you're a gem.
Now honey, go show them they don't bother you.

Answer 8

interesting poems

Answer 9

Do you ever reread your poems?

Answer 10

Oh rip you're offline

Answer 11

@Shadow Yes, I reread the WIP and I noticed some of the rhyming was off

Answer 12

You are very good at writing poems. I like them, they are interesting.

Answer 13

Thank you Mal @Mal87

Answer 14

When I try to tell a story and fail: At the station I quietly wait,
I see the crowded track and mutter, "Oh this ride shall be great."
My feet began to walk as the train pulls up,
I get on and the train speeds up.
I almost fall and it goes swift,
My hand reaches for the pole as my mind is a drift.

Voices chattering as I slip away,
Then I am rudely brought back to the day.
The train slams to a stop,
And a seat opens up, and that is where I plop.
I get a window seat and I am glad,
The person beside me was a man in plaid.

I continue to look out the window at the falling leaves,
And all of the people in long sleeves.
People chatter, people sleep,
But not one minute goes without a peep.
People snore, babies babble,
And we pass the tattoo parlor that looks like a castle.

I get off the next stop,
Passing a local cop.
The flowers line the trail,
As I try to walk, but I fail.
I trip right on my face,
And that's not the worse of the case.