Late Start...

Here is the start of my poetry thread. I hope I can keep this up for the entire month. I am rating this 12+ just in case I throw a 'bad word' into any of my poems.

I am warning you now, these poems will be pretty random I hope you enjoy them!

Mob
Assemble with your fire,
bring your pitchforks too.
These essentials we require,
and what we speak is true.

Running through the streets at night,
through wind, rain, and snow.
Our torches as our only light,
we trudge on and never slow.

Not all of us are cruel,
although none of us are fair.
Other mobs you've seen before,
we do not compare.

Some of us are thirty,
while others of us are small.
Some of us are sturdy,
while others of us fall.

It takes a special person,
to do what we do.
We require a lot of courage,
and what we speak is true.

Nice..i love the rhymes

Hello Jessa.

Nice poem. Best wishes for the month. I am looking forward for more of them.
Keep writing. (:

Nice poem. THe rhyming fits and you did a great job. I posted a new poem today, it's fan fic based on Final Fantasy 7 video game. Hope you can relate.

Anyway, good job. I don't really have anything to critique. I didn't catch any grammar errors and I like the visual details. You did really good.

Here is poem number two! (I'm trying to catch up!)

Last one Standing
Recess should always be fun,
but for me it was a bore.
Everyone runs around playing,
while I sat in the corner and swore.

There is no use in trying,
to be something that I’m not.
When picking teams for kickball,
I usually am forgot.

Standing by the wall,
trying not to care.
Everyone is laughing,
ugh, life’s not fair.

Oh how much I wish to join in,
to be a part of the innocent fun.
But I would never dare to try,
because it's me they always shun.

Just once, I would like to be picked first,
be the one everyone wants on their team.
This happened once…
but that was just in my dream.

Poem number three!

Missing You
The bomb shells above are raining,
as my tears leave my cheeks feeling wet.
My fellow soldiers are all moaning,
as without you my heart is complaining.
The air surrounding me is chilling,
as this distance between us has also left me cold.
We are on the road retreating,
as my image of you is diminishing.

Poems 4 and 5!

Smile
A simple smile could change it all.
It's a pick me up after a rough fall.
 
The smile on your face could change someone's day.
It even gives reassurance when you have nothing to say.
 
A universal sign of happiness and joy.
Known by any race, girl or boy.
 
I hope the little things in life bring a smile to your face.
One that even through sadness is hard to erase.
 

 
Song Bird
Song bird of song bird,
sitting in a tree.
It would surely make my day,
if you would sing to me.
 
You probably get this a lot,
requests to sing a song.
But it doesn't need to be very special,
and it need not be long.
 
Wait, before you start,
could I ask one thing?
Let the song be happy,
so no sadness it would bring.
 
It would also be cool,
if you did a song about rejoice...
Sorry, you may begin,
I would love to hear your voice.
 
Your song is so sweet,
the notes are so pure.
The joy it brings,
any illness it could cure.
 
Come one, come all,
if you have not heard.
The wonderful songs,
sang by this song bird.

Poem number 6

Just Fishing
Yes this is a poem,
about a girl and a boy.
They live in the same town,
in the heart of Illinois.

He loves her,
and she loves him.
Neither says anything,
or goes out on a limb.

Afraid of what,
the other might say.
They find it safe,
to hide their feelings away.

Little do they know,
the way they feel for each other.
They decide to take it slow,
one day after another.

* * *

"We could go fishing?"
she says with a grin.
"Okay," I say,
chills creep over my skin.

This is the perfect time,
to tell her how I feel.
My passion for her,
I need to reveal.

She things we're just fishing,
but to me it's so much more.
My heart is pounding,
too hard to ignore.

I swear she can hear it,
as she looks deep into my soul.
"I love you," spills out,
I lose all self-control.

She looks shocked,
but then I see a smile.
"I love you too," she says,
"and boy, that took a while."

Poem 7...they are getting random!

People in the World
The world is big,
the world is green.
Filled with people,
many are mean.

Some take money,
others steal cars.
These are the people,
that belong behind bars.

Alone in their cell,
with boredom around.
Questions of morals,
pile up in mounds.

Missing their family,
and their outside lives.
But they are in for,
murder with knives.

Most would feel sorry,
for the deed they had done.
The vision of that girl,
freshly shot by their polished gun.

But jail is your home now,
there is no getting out.
Forever you will remember,
what these walls are about.

Poem number 8! (Look at me I'm ahead!)

Voicemail
I could be outside,
I could be working.
I could be hiding,
in the bushes lurking.

All I know is that,
I'm not answering the phone.
But please leave a message,
after the tone.

Poem 9

Troubling Lasts
Our first kiss,
was a kiss of death.
I didn't know then,
that was my last breath.

After the kiss,
I felt the burn.
Now for taste of blood,
my lips do yearn.

My skin as cold,
as arctic waters in December.
Hard as rocks left over,
from volcanic ember.

These physical changes,
striking and fierce.
My once blue eyes,
now any gaze they pierce.

This will be hard to get used to,
and the hard part is yet to come.
Forever I will say farewell,
to the place I came from.

Goodbye to my mother,
my father and friends.
Who knew this beginning,
would leave so many ends.


Poem 10

Twists --> (Cont. Troubling Lasts)
My new family is killers,
I'm friends with the dead.
My interpretation of you,
I clearly misread.

You have done your job,
and took my like.
Now counting down the days,
until I become your wife.

My past life consisted,
of dreams and plans.
And now this wedding ring,
slides off my cold hands.

I wanted to find love,
and with him have kids.
But this dream I had,
my new lifestyle forbids.

I don’t blame you,
for my new situation.
For you couldn’t help,
receiving this mutation.

My emotions are mixed,
my fears are great.
For every positive,
I can easily negate.

You found your true love,
and it happened to be me.
Knowing this before,
would have caused me to flee.

The day I die,
will never arrive.
Forever reminding me,
I am no longer alive.

My life is eternal,
I will never face the end.
Pink birth announcements,
I will never send.

My processing and reflexes,
are as fast as wildfire.
The excitement of never aging,
soon will expire.



Poem 11

Take Cover
The wind was blowing hard,
rain was falling fast.
The lighting on the horizon,
was followed by the blast.

The hail struck the window,
as dark clouds covered the sky.
When the funnel appeared above,
I heard the siren cry.

"Stay away from windows,
find a save place to hide."
This the television warned us,
but this warning I denied.

When the house shook violently,
my husband grabbed my hand.
Then sprinting to the basement,
we prayed we would withstand.

Something broke above us,
the rain dripped through the floor.
All that was between us,
was the rickety cellar door.

With the center of the cell above us,
I knew this was the worst.
I embraced my husband tightly,
as debris and rubble immersed.

I slowly counted backwards
from one hundred seventy five.
And when I reached the zero,
I knew we would survive.

I love your poetry! You always have done a good job of the ones I've read. Sorry don't have anythin to imporve these poems but I really like them the way they are. I'm not a poetry expert of course. I just pop out a poem every once in a while. LOL. Hope you get some reviews that can help but I don't really notice any grammar issues or mis spellings.

Poem 12

Writers Block
I’m trying to get through
some bad writer’s block.
Which puts me in a big
race against the clock.
 
I have agreed to write
a poem every day.
For this little contest
that I chose to play.
 
It started out easy
but now it is hard.
For every one I write;
there’s one I discard.
 
This poem is rather bad
but better then some.
Which is making me think
better ones are to come.
 
I need this to end now
lay this poem to rest.
Because no one on Earth
this poem could impress.

Poem 13

The Diedas touch

I am king Diedas look at my skill,
everything I touch I immediately kill.
It happened today,
in the most peculiar way.
My cell phone went mute,
my car broke en route.
My computer crashed at work,
making me look like a jerk.
Yes, I am king Diedas be aware my skill,
everything I touch I immediately kill.

Spoiler

This actually happened to me yesterday lol

RE: The Diedas Touch:

Actually, the original story of the king who turned to gold everything he touched technically also killed everything he touched. He just didn't live in the age of cars, so the only things he killed were flowers and his daughter. (Oops.)