IWritePoemsForFun

Four Fast Fingers sets of singers They move up and down Years of practice gives them sound I push them and press them against unforgiving strings At the beginning this process stings The throbbing thins those that prevail I met many who stopped, so they could heal As they swell, I let out a yell I will not be one of those who fail My determination locks me in a jail I will not surrender to the challenge of playing something strong Even if I must practice all day long Many have viewed this instrument as a simple fashion For the guitar they have little passion I have a set of fingers that belong They worked hard to make the

He is the one who kill, chills, and stills the children and forces them to flee indoors He scattered the leaves and banished them from the branches, The poor Green was buried below icy snow, The flocks of banished Birds flew far away. For these injustices, Cold must pay, My allies have returned today. The deadly Dews fearlessly fought the Frost, The rampant Rain scatters the snow and reveals Green lost, My beautiful Birds are here to sing And praise me, their King. Together we have taken back Spring!  

Battle The Beasts For no reason other than that I am young, At night, in my dreams, the monsters always come Lithe skeletons in their menacing dark cloaks, An alligator rises from the smoky waters and eerily floats Ravens swoop and release a most jarring sound Fast, I flee and make an effort to not be found Together they unite with all the creepy crawly beats from below When they will give up, I just don't know The words the beasts would speak: Chased me and clawed me, Murdered me and mauled me I rose up Scarred, but never the less I did rise Their victim was once only me, But with much time I built a fortified castle and grew

Objects In The Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear I sit solemnly, sulking form the drivers seat Staring at the image, The sight of a slowly approaching friend The demoralizing distance disappears, all too slowly Too slow When the distance will close, Nobody knows I wait, I watch, From the mirror Through the window I watch in pain until my eyes catch something silver, Objects In The Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear. Now I know, the distance will pass, and she will soon be near.