Animal's Awesome Arrangements

For April 1, 2013

No Idea, No Rhyme

I sit there,
Silently,
No voice where,
Just waves, crashing violently.

A pen,
In my hand,
At night when,
The sky is grand.

I write a short poem,
Simple yet complex,
And can't find a rhyme except phloem,


Seeing my poem go uneven,
Lines longer than other,
Out of rhymes given,
So, I have to use another.

I am giving up,
I can't write further,
And I again can't find a rhyme except cup and pup,
All I need is motivation to write another.

You can do it. Just pump out a poem a day, Animal!

No voice where

I loved this use of language. I will steal it and play with it.

I agree. You started it, let's see it finished.

For April 2, 2013

War, Bloody War

Innocent men,
Led to war,
They don't even know,
What they fight for?

War, bloody war,
I say blood, 'cause it's all blood,
Blood, blood, so much of it,
It can lead to a major flood.

And we still don't know,
Why are we fighting fighting?
Why to fight and die?
When you can do jobs and writing.

And now I ask the leaders,
Do you have a excuse?
This is a big question,
Don't you dare excuse.

And I get answers,
It was necessity or for peace,
Revenge or to unite a country,
And for destruction, who pays the fees?

Remember that in war,
No one had won,
All sides lost,
Cities destroyed and gone.

And I was amazed,
When I heard them say,
That whatever you do,
War always finds a way.

I now ask you,
You declare war?
And they fight it,
What do they die for?

Why don't you fight it?
Why don't you die?
Why don't we go to your funeral?
Why don't your children cry?

That's a bomb up there, mehn! ö I see your perspective, and I love it.

I like how you tap into emotions, run with it, and free throw. It's pleasant.

GeeLyria wrote:That's a bomb up there, mehn! ö I see your perspective, and I love it.

Oh! I love you! Thanks! You make me feel so happy.

Audy wrote:I like how you tap into emotions, run with it, and free throw. It's pleasant.

You too make me feel so happy. And, I am getting feedback, so I will write more

For April 3, 2013

For My Opponent {#for April madness}

For you is this poem or this song,
And correct me if I am wrong,
As you have did it all along.

I always made myself a fool,
I never played by rule,
It was you all the way, who who kept cool.

You lit the fire,
You took me higher,
And my mind, you did aspire.

Whenever, I don't know what to do,
The one who helps me is always you,
And keep my imagination out of the blue,

Now, you are against me not by choice,
And this fact, you don't rejoice,
I admit that I don't like this, how will I raise my voice?

But now what's done is done,
There's no escape or any run,
Just think that this will be fun.

It don't matter who wins or lose,
No problems and no excuse,
Or if you want, you could always choose,

Remember, when this is gone and done,
We will again, unite as one,
A new beginning would have then begun,

No more to lose, no more to gain,
Play again as we did in the rain,
Together, hands in hands again.

For April 4, 2013

Blood and Honor

The General stood seeing the sun,
He came far, not to run,
This was the last enemy, just one.

He marched forward slowly,
Courage filled his heart wholly,
He wasn't going to bend to the lowly.

The war will be told and retold,
Only if he was bold,
Thinking this, he tightened his hold.

He knew that he could do it,
His grip trembled a bit,
But this wasn't the time to quit.

The enemy finally came,
The soldiers started to claim,
Those they will maim.

The war horn began to blow,
They saw their advancing foe,
Moving steady and slow.

The General thought fast and grime,
Waiting for the right time,
The moment was the perfect prime.

"Charge!", he shouted,
The soldiers followed undoubted,
It was prime time, or they would have routed.

The heat began,
Through the body, swords ran,
And went down, another man.

Clash of the steel,
Sound of squeal,
Everyone could feel,

More men fell,
Battlefield filled by death's smell,
Looked worse than hell,

Now, the vultures and eagles hover,
Overlooking the battlefield's stover,
Soon after the battle was over,

The truth, they cannot abide,
No one could have ever lied,
That this day, millions have died,

To the General, truth did bite,
He couldn't sleep that night,
He really hasn't earned from that fight,

What the war had brought?
Why have they fought?
Only men, in the death's jaw caught.

Nothing but Blood, only Blood,
More Blood, just death and Blood,
Blood from the old, only Blood,
Blood from the young, still Blood,
If you said, there wasn't enough Blood,
You may be right about Blood,
Because there was still more Blood-,

In the widow's eyes,
And the orphan's cries.

For April 5, 2013

Untitled

The little bird broke,
Broke beyond repair,
Never to fly again,
All hopes in despair.

He went off the ledge,
He fell, I heard silent screams,
There were only clouds,
Still is his hopes & dreams.

He tried again, and again, once more,
And once more and again,
And these days, when I see him fly.
I think, how he was paid back by pain.

For April 6, 2012

Imagination

You would be lucky enough,
To travel a 100 countries in a rough-,
& rocky adventure, and do stuff.

But I have been luckier than you,
I went to there and to million more realms too,
And done stuff, you never would do.

I saw the foxes capture the asteroid,
Planets and Legends, I created and destroyed,
All in mind, all in imagination, all things you'd avoid.

For April 7, 2013

Necessity, Convenience, Luxury

Necessity first suggested a stool,
Convenience made armchair, as we had all tool,
And luxury brought sofa, invented by a fool.

The same necessity was for light,
Convenience next suggested bulbs for night,
Luxury? It made possible to waste Earth's might.

To hunt, we made spear, an idea so dizzy,
So, we came up with gun to make the killing easy,
To save time, we have nuclear now, as our life is busy.