The Robot

Hi all!!!¡¡¡!!!

I've written a poem that I could probably drag on forever

So I'm gonna write a series of poems

:D

Enjoy!

Around the workshop figures stir,
Gears and wheels spin and whir,
Motors creak as they begin,
To melt and form the model within,
As molten steel and circuit boards meet with a hiss,
A head shape is formed and two eyes can see this,
As the head sees a body, two legs and two arms,
It sees them attach to it, science and charms,
As soon as it's finished the figure sits up,
Strides out of the workshop and into a truck,
Which it hot-wires expertly and drives off you see,
To go start creating its own robot army.

Pyro.

The Rose and the Oak

Hi all!!!¡¡¡!!!

I wrote another poem!
It becomes more of a nonsense poem at the end.

Enjoy!

A rose of pure beauty grows afoot a great oak,
The rose weak and delicate, easily broke,
But the oak tree stands tall, it is stronger and wide,
Yet lacking the beauty the rose has inside.

One tall, one slim, one pretty, one not,
But both have their place and they both mean a lot,
Though the tree lasts for years and the rose lasts much less,
It's own short lived life is quite equal to the best,
Of the trees that surround it I'm sure you'll agree,
That a rose makes a far better gift than a tree.

:D

Pyro.

The Realm of Terenok

Where the blue grass grows
Under two suns in the sky
And the glass forest whistles
As a breeze flutters by

Manta rays rule air
Giant snakes rule the sea
While cats, black as night,
Spotted white, roam free


In this realm of wonder
Of nightmares and dreams
This dangerous beauty
Is never what it seems

A Ghost's Farewells

In the night the girl stands quietly
Her eyes the color of shattered crystals
In the breeze her pale hair a-drifts
A sad tune she sings melodiously

About her feet, a tattered white dress billows
As her cold blue arm longingly uplifts
She sings of her past life and her adoration of one man there
To the bedside of her eternal love she goes

She stands 'side him to look into his feverish eyes
Her song she sings and his gaze right through her stares
Ghostly tears tremble upon her lashes as she breathes her good-byes...
For the last time her cold lips upon his forehead brush

But before she can disappear he does mutter, "Wait!"
To him, she soothingly murmurs, "Hush..."
To leave, she tries once more, but he sees her in his feverish state
"Let me come!" She weeps despairingly and says to him he cannot.

She tells him, for them both, he has to live here.
She quietly lays him to slumber once more.
"Ill always wait for you," she whispers in his ear
As she drifts away to patiently await him upon the cold shore...

Short Sweet Poem

I started a blog for poetry and writing, and this is a poem I just wrote a minute ago from the top of my head.


Blue skies up above me
dotted with cotton white
trees waving in the breeze
basking in sunlight
Blue skies up above me
on this glorious day
a sweet song ringing
from a little blue jay
Blue skies in the summer
you know it to be so
a time to be outside
a time when flowers grow 

Like it?

The Linden Tree

Helloooo! Ruby here!
I like linden trees (or lime - it goes by different names) for some reason or another - probably because it has so much cool history and stuff...

The Linden Tree

With honey flowers and heart-shaped leaves,

with healing powers to cure all grief,

this holy tree we once held sacred

this linden which was once beloved.

With tiny fruit that rarely ripen,

with beautiful wood that quickly heightens,

this holy tree we once held sacred

this linden which was once beloved.

With green leaves late into fall,

with heights up to forty meters tall,

this holy tree we once held sacred

this linden which was once beloved.

With the Virgin’s likeness carved in its skin,

and with Aphrodite’s name it once was akin,

this holy tree we once held sacred

this linden which was once beloved.

With emerald leaves adorning its crown,

with sturdy trunks that have been cut down

this holy tree we once held sacred

this linden which was once beloved.

A Recoil Reaction

Well I suppose I have to post something on here. But all I have at the moment is this. So here it is. Hopefully it's not too awful.

A Recoil Reaction

Phantoms weep

When a poet is no more

Suns will drown in endless sleep

When a poet is no more

Dusk will fall and twilight rise

Ravens talk and cruelty cries

When a poet is no more

Silence roars

When a poet is no more

Oceans flee from sandy shores

When a poet is no more

Forests quake and mountains shake

Deserts tremble, giants wake

When a poet is no more

Stars will sprawl

When a poet is no more

Diamonds break and empires fall

When a poet is no more

Wars will cease and so will peace

Death will run and life will crease

When a poet is no more

Bravery quails

When a poet is no more

Sadness grows and hate will fail

When a poet is no more

Children play and flowers droop

Joy goes on whilst pride must stoop

When a poet is no more

Words will falter

When a poet is no more

Thought will end and memory halter

When a poet is no more

Sight is blind and shadows scream

Touch is numb and stones will dream

When a poet is no more

Rivers run

When a poet is no more

Storms decay and rainbows shun

When a poet is no more

Envy glitters, wrath will wail

Light will pass and dark prevail

When a poet is no more

Hope is lost

When a poet is no more

Mirth is cheap yet friendship costs

When a poet is no more

Time will twist and truth will see

The end of all eternity

When a poet is no more