@MadagascarMaiden! Yep as soon as April starts you can start posting poems in your thread to count towards the badges (there are badges for 15 & 30 poems) though you can post less or more too. Just click the "Reply" button in your thread, type out your poem, click submit, and you should be good to go! Whoop! One day until we start!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
with all this outbreak of COVID-19 going on, i just had to write a poem about it. lol. i mean why not be a part of all that song writing and poetry going on? here it is:
COVID-19
You show up and ruin our time, What other purpose do you have? If you did, I might be able to make this rhyme, How melancholy is the world?
You take away our chance to go To a birthday party or a picnic. If you didn’t, I could leave tomorrow, How depressing is the world?
You cause people to overby whitlessly, Such as T-P and olive oil. When you do, it puts me in a fury, How nutty is the world?
Believe Who is he that believeth not, The evidence I put before thee? Was it he who built up the mountains? Was it he who dug the seas? So I say to you, Yahway did, Father did, Redeemer did. How many names must I give thee? For they all mean the same thing. All of them mean God, And how many times must I say it, To make thee believe? For I do not wish for thee to perish, To end up in eternal suffering. And yet, thee still does not believe. Oh great is my suffering, Oh great is my pity For those who fall into the pit of fire. This gives me great sorrow, Though I know there was nothing, Nothing that I could have done about it. For all I can do is tell thee the truth, That God is our great Father.
Questions The wind whispered to the mountain Saying, where are your wings? The mountain replied saying: I have none. Then how are you so high up in the air? Asked the wind I have a strong base that lifts me up. He replied And so I ask you, where are your roots? The wind understood not this question, And thus fled to avoid it.
Where are you? I miss you so tremendously. Like day misses the dawn. Like dew misses being in the clouds.
Come back to me. I need you so dearly. Like trees need roots. Like the sun needs the sky.
Thank you. For blessed is the one who relieves the lonely from pain. He is blessed like we with the stars. Like grass with water. So, I say to you, sas efcharistó.
interesting flutterings, constant lovely mutterings. a tree branch sways, with hidden weight. a small colorful blur goes darting through the sky. come back, beautiful as a butterfly.
this one is a little shorter than most of my poems. but it still is a poem.
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