| Poems..... |
| Here are works of art that have been made some by my self and some by my friends and family, if u have a poem please do send it and it too can join this magnificant gallery. |
| A Poets Last Poem This poem is poetry, And it's last resort. It is like that of a ship Habouring at its last port. My pen has run out. My mind can not longer think Of those graceful stanzas, Poetry is on its brink The ink slowly runs dry. After using gallons of the blue liquid The poems are alot like a lot. Ready for the last and highest bid. My tongue can no longer Speak the lingo of hate and rhyme. It seems i am a stranger in this land It seems like a crime. However i still do, Remain a poet. This shall never end. You must consider it. But my work of words. Must decline. Even my word plays And my words of rhyme. When i composed these poems, Not many took notice. But now they feel My work is bliss. |
| The World Is Our Oyster Earth was a lush planet With the forests green and the seas blue Green could be seen as far as can be Where animals roamed and birds flew The majestic oceans held many creatures The beings travelled in large schools Whether it dolphins or whales They swim peacefully in the sapphire pools The deep emerald forests Had much to behold But we humans cut down the trees, Cut them down to burn and keep from the cold Now we see clouds of black We see no more trees As we look around and cry We are startled by the cold wintery breeze However we must do our best We must hold our heads high We must try and help the plants Before Earth and within die We aleady have seen disaster We have faced it in the eye We should learn from our mistakes And keep our precious blue sky. |