A bunch of title-less poems that I wrote on shoutbox when I was bored...I though I'd post em here just because...
A bird flew once, over an ocean of tears. The sun shining bright, stroking its feathers with fears. The strength sapped away, from the poor bird fled. But by the end of time, the bird to eternity was wed. Not for a moment did it stop its travels, in the sky high. Because it knew that for everything, there is a time nigh.
On the cloudless sky, a lone bird flies high. Its wings like swords, its beats in rhythm. As sky up above its head, as earth down below its wings, the bird soars free, in that endless stream.
A thunder roaring, on the clouded sky. A pillar of light, falling from the high. A force of nature, at its works around. The lightnings fearsome hit, shattered a lost will of life.
A mighty beast, trampling through the town. With its vicious fangs, piercing men and cars. Its ferocious claw, cleaving all in half. Its tremendous charge, unforgiving, going up till end of time.
Free, from anger and sorrows of the past. Of will, for future and all around. Alone, among the crowds all alike. Forgotten, among the cards of no importance. Begone.
Two hearts, one became. Two hearts, melded strong. One heart, in half rended. One heart, in two torn. The time goes by, emotions rot. As time goes by, feelings such fade. But with the time, pain eased is so. Along with it, life such goes on.
Child among men, weak among strong. By disease stricken down, with no strength to go on. His hand taken up, by the warmth of his mother. Her tears of sorrow, hoping for tomorrow. To not mourn, all they wish for.
A flock among the clouds, soared high in the suns rays. Calmed by the breeze of their sky road, the flock took the path fated. At the end of their travel, welcomed by their homes. Though they were certainly tired, they knew it was of great worth.
Ground trembled, sky fell. Web of the realm torn apart. The barrier of worlds, by might such wrecked. It made all into naught. In world of chaos such as so, a light of hope brightly shone. It was not a man, nor a ghost, but the will of many, made into one.
A carefree boy went on a trip. And what kinda trip it was! As he went down the road, the boy met a toad, jumping by the roadside. The happy toad, so told the boy "Don't look for trouble young one." With that in mind, the boy went on, like nothing happened wrong. But did that toad just speak human voice, or was it just a dream? The boy so though, and kept walking on, till he came by the stream. A bad man, told the boy, to jump right into it. But the boy, remembered the words, of the toad he just met. So the boy, fled from the man, to home that was by the bridge. And in such a way, a toad boy this saved, and he did happily still live.