Rhyme Poems

Walking on thin ice

Searching the universe for a new vice.

One wrong step could mean never again waking

One step... cracking, another step... breaking.

I watch as another

When I fall asleep I wake up in another place.

A different time, a different world, a different face.

Everything is so vivid, so real, so different,

My mind unstable foundation.

They keep talking,

through dreams, comes communication.

A combination,

another citation

never any satisfaction

(Look over here, another distraction)

Formation into another illustration

division by another diversion.

So, what version

Poetry is of everything,

Inspired emotions,

from the hearts that bring,

That certain notion,

could be a song to sing,

Of minds devotion,

Poetry is

***A bolted school bus amidst bobbing heads rolls downhill...  

Fictitious dank bathroom basin bailing;

a mother's kiss and general list spelled.

That rickety school bus horn toots,

It that time of the year

When everybody comes out of their fears

Every Life is enjoying this phase

For Weather is too good these days

After the freezing

The deep south, confused summer, autumn's blight,
Nature's microwave is on overdrive,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Escapist schemes, routes north relief,

It was the point of a meaningless moon,
That being dealt life, its absolute gloom,
Vague stars shone hope to reposed past of Earth,
Dusk hath casts a

HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,

gauged labyrinths midst harmony,

ransom subconscious, placed thee free,

persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,

beg reposed heart thy beating plea.

Themes prune labor to

There was a scholar from Shansi City,
Miffed by folks he stayed in an priory,
Peaceful, but bothered by its many bugs,
So he bundled

As the ocean waves strike at me,
And the yellow sand greets the sea.
As the passing by flock of seagulls screach,
The cool gentle wind whistles through

Moon rules over the twilight,
Owl captures everything in his sight.
When moon is out the moonflower glows,
Meanwhile,the cool wind swiftly blows.

All the creatures are gone to

Days That I Remember

There are days that I remember

And many I do not

Those happy days, those golden days

When I thanked god for my lot

When I

The Tangled Web

“Oh! What a tangled web we weave

When first we practise to deceive”!

(Marmion, Sir Walter Scott. 1808)

How true those words from long ago

Yet

WHEN       

When mighty rivers flow upstream

And oceans turn to sand

When forests cease to birth their trees

And mountains leave the land.

When sun no longer

As  eyes shift from ceiling to window, 

One observes the blackness of the night sky. 

Luna my friend has left me alone, 

She's gone visiting friends at another

The leaks are out 
The moral of the story shout
You talk about you care
But in truth and in fact you fear
He, she, them, who gov-over-men
Neglect,

BEN’S BACK
a Poem
by Austin Mitchell

That morning we ran to school
We had to be early
The morning was so cool
We could see

keep asking how im feeling i always say the same thing
could be better could be worse some days i still feel the hurt
other days im

Frozen memories,

Lost in time.

Tattered corners,

Forever mine.

And in my pocket you may lay,

Until I need you again some day.

Growth by Adelaine Lowe

For once I am happy

Yes, that may be true.

Still, nobody can bring me down

Quite like you do.

I will still cry I