Loki Wyrd Posted December 29, 2009 Report Posted December 29, 2009 Some of you may actually remember this one. From back when I had little poetry background. Sunshine and butterflies Rainbows and flowers I wonder if If today will bring rain showers Rain in your hair Rain in your eyes Things walking the street Things in disguise Nothing to worry over No need to fret They'll be stealing away children All the children you've met "Calm your pretty head Never you mind It's only a matter A matter of time They always come And they will come soon To take you away Away with the monsoon" The clouds begin to clear And the children are missing But never you mind where For the birds sing, carefree No more rainshowers Only sunshine, and butterflies Rainbows and flowers
Loki Wyrd Posted December 29, 2009 Author Report Posted December 29, 2009 (edited) I walk through a door Warm, sweaty air Rushes through my hair Silence whispering despair Tread upon in Stygian tremor Reverberating until My footsteps rout Their rise and fall mount Evil draws near: Brutal destruction Of all I hold dear. The door slams shut Sound bounding off the walls That constrain me And the stink of its breath pervades Looking into the eyes of the depraved No solace for my soul Save for the collective space Your whole existence is feeding On those who feel trapped But I see Slowly you eat yourself Now that your bones have snapped And skin drapes over you like so many garments I see that you are but a construct of mine To be cast aside Into some forgotten corner Into some forgotten time Edited December 29, 2009 by Loki Wyrd
Loki Wyrd Posted December 29, 2009 Author Report Posted December 29, 2009 (edited) Stepping through the doorway And all I see is everything stretched out on a canvas where time is felt like texture and the colors convey particles of my being Shapes are defined by their surroundings bound by a debris of interaction Now Perspective means that when I approach there will be more to see Edited December 29, 2009 by Loki Wyrd
Loki Wyrd Posted December 30, 2009 Author Report Posted December 30, 2009 (edited) Here I sit A frog am I Fairly quick But not too sly Thinking on days of yore Like yesterday And the day before I do recall the water fair And being placed in little girls' hair But now I'm among the blades of grass Tall and long And hard to pass But I can leap into the clouds I fly far with each and every bound In the distance I do hear A startling sound, quite severe Beneath my feet the earth begins to shake My strong legs begin to quake As I can feel the force draw nigh My heart grows still Darkness takes the sky I flee the only way I know In a panic As fast as I can go But the beast, it still does gain Hopping faster My muscles strain Before I know it I am in the open Not my last regret I'm hoping But the beast turns And I am safe! at long last I always knew Nothing could touch me I'm just too fast Edited December 30, 2009 by Loki Wyrd
Loki Wyrd Posted December 30, 2009 Author Report Posted December 30, 2009 (edited) This will be my thread to post revised versions of old poems. Some might not closely resemble their original form--happily. Most will likely still be works in progress, or deemed not worth the effort to further alter. Edited December 30, 2009 by Loki Wyrd
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