darkpokeball
Beware the Chainsaw Meowth 0.o
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...Somehow, the poetry section became very inactive. And I have decided to return to it by a random impulse. This is a thread in which I will post a compilation of a lot of poems. Be patient with me...I haven't written poetry in a while. Constructive Criticsm is greatly welcomed and appreciated, or even just a small post that says 'Hi, I was here and I read your poems.' Little things like that can keep me going.
The first poem:
Your Choice
Four legs, but I walk on two
Orange skin, a bright flare
Nestled on my soft tail
Moist skin, brown shell
Blood-red eyes, glinting
I am playful
Let me drench you
Pink pod resting upon my back
Green skin, darker splotches
A gentle nature
A dark secret
You will take me
We will battle
I might drown your enemies
I might burn them
I might poison your foes
It all depends
Your choice
It answers the final question:
Who am I?
Shove
I ran into a door, mom
This bruise on my forehead
Is my own doing
With one hand, he flung me into it
Into the wall, my head hits first
I cry, and he calls me pathetic
I tripped and scraped my knees, mom
The blood running down my leg
Is my own doing
All he does is trip me
I shoved him down and tried to run away
He grabbed my legs
Clawed at them
I cried for mercy, he calls me a wimp
I fell down the stairs
landed strange, mom
This cast on my arm
Is my own doing
I scream for him to get off of me
He bends my arm behind my back
We both hear the crack
I cry softer than before
He tells me to grow up
Mom, I promise I'll be more careful
I'll never be as clumsy again
I'm sure of it
The next day, I have brought it
He balls his hands into fists
I point it at him
His face pales
Power goes to me
I laugh at his pain
He is forced to be silent
(For all those wondering, in Shove, the protoganist brought a stick. With society today, I bet you guys thought he did something different. Let's get this straight: Poking a person with a stick is more effective than anything. Just thought you oughta know.)
The first poem:
Your Choice
Spoiler:
Four legs, but I walk on two
Orange skin, a bright flare
Nestled on my soft tail
Moist skin, brown shell
Blood-red eyes, glinting
I am playful
Let me drench you
Pink pod resting upon my back
Green skin, darker splotches
A gentle nature
A dark secret
You will take me
We will battle
I might drown your enemies
I might burn them
I might poison your foes
It all depends
Your choice
It answers the final question:
Who am I?
Shove
Spoiler:
I ran into a door, mom
This bruise on my forehead
Is my own doing
With one hand, he flung me into it
Into the wall, my head hits first
I cry, and he calls me pathetic
I tripped and scraped my knees, mom
The blood running down my leg
Is my own doing
All he does is trip me
I shoved him down and tried to run away
He grabbed my legs
Clawed at them
I cried for mercy, he calls me a wimp
I fell down the stairs
landed strange, mom
This cast on my arm
Is my own doing
I scream for him to get off of me
He bends my arm behind my back
We both hear the crack
I cry softer than before
He tells me to grow up
Mom, I promise I'll be more careful
I'll never be as clumsy again
I'm sure of it
The next day, I have brought it
He balls his hands into fists
I point it at him
His face pales
Power goes to me
I laugh at his pain
He is forced to be silent
(For all those wondering, in Shove, the protoganist brought a stick. With society today, I bet you guys thought he did something different. Let's get this straight: Poking a person with a stick is more effective than anything. Just thought you oughta know.)