Poems I've made in the past

[Jade Turtle]

The first three I made were September 08 and the last one was made earlier in September of this year, so they are pretty much a year apart. I hope you enjoy all of them!

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Glazing,
Floating are those eyes,
That raindrops on my gaze,
Electricity sows threw me,
As they still gaze,
Never leaving me.

Why? Why?
Why do you stare like that at me?
Do you… Never mind.

Your eyes to you tell me to get up,
And be free.
When all I see is to get up,
And be gone.

That streetlamp stutters for you,
And me.
But more so for the world,
Because that is what we see,
What we see alone.

Words
The pages of our minds unfold.
Into words of
Songs,
Books,
Poems,
Letters, and
Communication.

They reveal all those listed in,
Crucial,
Lovely,
Spontaneous,
Exotic, and
Truthful ways.

Never leaving us,
Because that is what we learned,
And if we don’t keep them,
Then we’re nothing.

Our minds and hearts would be mixes,
Of gooey Indigo and Forest colors,
They wouldn’t have any recesses of
Kindness,
Thoughtfulness,
Intelligence,
Compassion, and
Righteousness.

Because with all of those we grow,
Courage,
Love,
Understanding,
Pain, and
Technology.

Glass
Loving a person is like,
Melting glass.

You bend it,
Reshape it,
But you still have the ability,
To make it to how you see it.

While it can burn and simmer,
Your skin as well,
Damaging you for part,
Or your whole life.

It really matters on how you,
React and,
Deal,
With it.

It is your own choice to,
Neglect that melting glass that can,
Make you happy again

Words of Non-encouragement
You are not Entitative,
You are just Big-headed.
You are not Perfect,
You are just Imperfect.
You are not Still,
You are just Jittery.
You are not Passionate,
You are just Artsy.
You are not Willing,
You are just Self-serving.
You are not Bullet-proof,
You are just Epidemeris.
You are not Ravishing,
You are just Unique.

But…

You are Yourself,
You are just Fine.

[TenchiOfTheMist]

Very nice.

Random poem by my friend Eric:

There once was an iceberg named Kyle,
First he weighed as mush as a fountain,
But then he went to the town of Lisle,
By plowing through many mountains,
He passed the time by writing a poem,
It wasn’t long before he remembered that,
He had forgotten his hat at his home!
So the iceberg trudged back home and sat,
On his way home to iceberg land he saw,
Lot of this thing called syllable,
And he even saw a,
On the way home he was so gullible,
But he found out that he was melting,
So he went south by sailing.

My random limerick:

There once was a man from Peru,
who threw a lightbulb at his shoe.
The lightbulb turned white,
and gave him a fright,
'Cause now it was made of glue.