Now You're Dead

Well, she didn't give Bad Bad Ivy the credit for the poem below (Smile). And the little shi* logged in as me, damn teenagers...

My poem,

Jumping on your head
I'm jumping on your head
Gonna stomp stomp stomp
'till I know that you are dead

Then I'm gonna start a fire
because you are a liar
then I'll throw your bones off the cliff
And then I'll write a little riff

Cause I'm jumping on your head
Yes I'm jumping on your head
You bet I'll stomp, stomp, stomp
'till I know that you are dead

Now I'm crushing little ants
as I do the pee-pee dance
And I'm throwing rocks and stones
at your bag of little bones

Now you're dead, now you're dead - no more stomping on your head!

Tags: Poetry; Poetic Words; Life Poems

Smile

So this thing I do is dead, it was fun for a while
Perhaps I'll give it another try just to see if I can do this
Just a little rhyme and some words stringed together now and then
Think of something that makes people happy and will bring to them a smile

Liquid Warmth

And slowly night turns into day
the sunshine comes streaming in
the liquid warmth comes out to play
and bathes me in comforting bliss
There'll be no sorrow
no fear of death
the light will quiet all those fears
And breathe, shall I
an eternal breath
of unlimited possibilities.

Tags: Poetry; Poetic Words; Life Poems

Cut Out My Tongue

a word or a thought so few come to me
that setting here is hard
it is sheer misery
I cannot think of things to write
or a lovely thought to convey
No talent have I -
I've nothing to say
So cut out my tongue
I think that I will
Since nothing of value
spills forth from it still
there's no use for it
nor is there for I
as words do not come
as time passes by.

Tags: Poetry; Poetic Words; Life Poems

Birth in the Ground

Someday I'll be lost but quickly I'll be found,
Someday I will find my birth in the ground.
There are flies that bother us and flies that we kill,
There are breezes that blow over us and some give us a chill.

Tags: Poetry; Poetic Words; Life Poems

I Was Poorly Clad

I had a foot that itched so much I scratched it till it bled.
I danced upon the concrete floor then fell down on my head.
I laughed and laughed as blood spilled from the wound that I now had,
The doctors came but I refused 'cause I was poorly clad,
to have a pill or have a stitch in that wound upon my head.

Tags: Poetry; Poetic Words; Life Poems

A Hard Place and a Rock Between

Driving down the road - with no where left to go
The signs say stop ahead, but I cannot go slow.
How far I'll go is still unseen.
A hard place and a rock between,
am I and you and we as well.
I'm living life, as you can tell.
And through these bumpy roads I blaze,
A trail now to better days.

Tags: Poetry; Poetic Words; Life Poems