Category: Poems
What could have been
by Hadduzh
Wondering about what could of been, Living what I wonder. The bars that keep me out of harm, While crushing what defence I have. Rhythmic clanks and metallic tastes, Wrap me in their cold clutches. Clammy fingers blocking vision, taking away a world that could have been.
Anzac Day Poem
by sofiaista
Years ago, in Gallipoli, Young men fought for you and me. Digging their trenches, and living it rough, It’s the least to say that conditions were tough. But on they fought, body’s weary, Life didn’t seem very cheery. But when the war was over at last, Something happened, quite a contrast. On Flanders field which was dotted with graves, Flowers grew, pure shock they … Read More Anzac Day Poem
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How to… Write a Tanka Poem!
by sofiaista
A tanka poem is a kind of Japanese poetry that follows a simple syllable method. 🗒Tanka poems are similar to haiku poems, but they are a bit different. For example, tanka poems have 5 lines, while haiku’s only have three. In this post, I will be explaining how to write a tanka poem, and hopefully, (if you don’t already know), a new kind of … Read More How to… Write a Tanka Poem!
Rabbits
by sofiaista
The wind wiped wildly, back and forth, left to right. Big, fat, oozing rain drops plopped down, bathing the moist grass. Flowers drooped under the heavy weight of the rain. The sky was painted an artistic milky grey, the gaps in the colour filled up with a melancholy blue. On a tiny hill made of damp, muddy grass, sat a person. A young girl … Read More Rabbits
Memories
by sofiaista
Faded thoughts washed with newness Engraved in ink alone it stands Stumbling I reach to stop the falling of years The questions unanswered that burn deeper than any brand I try to help the moment stay longer, I beg it not to leave me alone Alone and vulnerable to the pains of things etched into stone
New Day
by sofiaista
Twinkling lights danced across the lake, with the grace of a gazelle. The crisp evening air whipped around, making leaves scurry like field mice. The drifting leaves placed themselves decoratively all over the water, causing gentle ripples to shimmy their way across the pale liquid. Golden light seeped through gaps in among the trees who played host to critters and crawlers. In a second, … Read More New Day
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Cow
by sofiaista
The cow hopped on the bus, while others made a fuss. The grass was always green, ‘cause the gardeners were keen. The bus driver honked his horn, while the passengers started to mourn. The gardeners kept on pruning, but nature’s efforts they were ruining. The bus sped along, while the cow sang a song. The gardeners clipped and clipped, as well as they snipped … Read More Cow
The Cheese Hunter
by sofiaista
Small frame. Furry figure. It’s the cheese hunter. Large eyes. Sparkling bright. It’s the cheese hunter. Paws rubbing. Making a plan. It’s the cheese hunter. Stepping forward. Reaching out. It’s the cheese hunter. Holding in its paws, It’s golden reward. It’s the cheese hunter. Nibbling contently. Gazing dreamily. It’s the cheese hunter.
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Cheese Hunter
by sofiaista
Sparkling eyes. Wet nose. It’s the cheese Hunter. Tiny paws. Delicate ears. It’s the cheese Hunter. Cautiously creeping. Led by its twitching nose. It’s the cheese Hunter. Grasping its yellow reward. Nibbling away to its hearts content. It’s the cheese Hunter.
Love.
by sofiaista
Love isn’t presents. Love isn’t gifts. Love isn’t romantic dinners, out where there’s mist. Love isn’t roses. Love isn’t things. Love isn’t a big, fat, shiny diamond ring. Love is in your heart. Something you can’t see. Love is heartfelt, the best of the best. Love is always there, it never takes a rest.
Robbers
by sofiaista
Through the lasers, shining bright There it sits, lighting the night The gem is on its way to be taken, Hopefully with out it’s beauty shaken They slip between the deadly lights, Taking things without any rights In their grasp it sparkles and glows, How they got there nobody knows Once again they slip through the beams of light, Giving people a sense of … Read More Robbers
Muddied Waters 
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