I'm happy nao, so here's a happy poem (I know, moodswings :P) It's also about a crazy dream I keep having. Just so you know, the Swingropes aren't real, they were part of my dream.
Swingropes
Have you ever been to the Swingropes? Down past the Church, nope? The tides wash past the bars of steel, But the water you cannot feel. It sometimes is straight, Sometimes in a round shape. The wood under your feet does not splinter, But cold is it like Winter.
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I know, the poem didn't explain much about the dream. So, I will in words, then you re-read the poem, and see if you understand it this time. When the *Swingropes in my dream are straight, it has a steeple kind of like a Church's on top of it. The Tides that you cannot feel only applies to when the Swingropes are round, and the Tides, once they hit you, dissapear. The Wood under your feet only applies to the circle, too, and it does not splinter because it has an icy texture, which is where I got the cold as Winter. I know, my dream is confusing and has no point.
Mr Schmidds, how do you pronounce 'Rocce'? Rossie or Rock?
Oh, and I knew there was something I forgot! The star up there by Swingropes, the definition is here: *Swingropes- A made up name for unstable monkeybars made of a wood and rope mesh
I don't think this next poem is a Rocce.
Sunny Day
A sunny day may be great, For playing, picnics, and other things you may find. But sunny days you may hate, For sunburn, bugs, and becoming blind.
A sunny day would make you sleepy, For reasons countless. Or sunny days could make you sheepy, You'd rather be inside, doing less.
Lol I make up all poems as I go along. They just have to be the right mood, and viola. I'm not saying that my poems are actually great, but I bet it's better than some people.
Only part of the poem rhymes. Mr Schmidds this poem I put your name in, I don't know why xD
Mr Schmidds, I bid you Schmiddy, I bid you greeting of dawn, The sun shines a nice orange to bask in- you heard! Orange for today's spirit, soaring like a bird!
Mr Schmidds, I big you greeting of day, All the finest lakes are a perfect bluey-blue. The Sphinx couldn't find a riddle as complicated, that's true.
Schmidd-Schmidd, I bid you farewell of dusk, The purple in the sky is too thievish to trust, But I must be off, so trust it if I must.
Schmiddeh, I bid you farewell of the night, The black of space inturrupted through stars, Though the sadness of the sky will not come down as far.
I like your poems, Schmiddy! I've been studying poems as part of an AP course I'm taking. Studying them has really opened my eyes to them and helped me to appreciate them. I don't write them, but I can critique them, I think. DD
Sure metalheart roccess is as u can see, and i said u could on the first page too :O
@Roccess I like that poem about soldiers its very descriptive.
I like your poems, Schmiddy! I've been studying poems as part of an AP course I'm taking. Studying them has really opened my eyes to them and helped me to appreciate them. I don't write them, but I can critique them, I think. DD
A few things murasaki 1. Thank you! 2. Wow.... ur studying poems =D that sounds so fun!!! Also, it explains how ur so good at them. 3. If ur good at criticizing, hmmmmm.... We could have a poetry contest here. Like with all kinds of poems And u could be the judge with whoever u want.... I just thought of that :P if u don't want to, thats ok, i'll just keep posting poems here
My first is in theatre and school and shop My second is in go and it's also in stop My third is in left but it isn't in right My fourth is in evening and it's also in night My fifth is in both food and drink My sixth is in hear and say but not think My last is at the end of day And my whole is free time - let's go away
