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the poem reader
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the poem reader
i was whistling walking a mile
when suddenly i just couldn't help but smile
a flimsy tiny bumblebee buzzed my way
this poem about a bee i read that day
my curiosity got the best of me
followed the bee, i just had to see!
what is the life of this tiny bumblebee?
as it flew itself to a nearby tree
then i saw flowers of yellow and blue
soft green grass, beatles, and butterflies too
a beautiful place i never knew
a tiny paradise one should go to
but what was one now became two
perhaps i thought the poem wasn't true
what would you feel if the bee were you?
lone in a vast wide world
searching through and through
here and there, to and fro
watching them zoom by (--an ant bit my toe!)
i wonder could that be so?
then it hit me a shelter they must go
looking up above the sky
dark angry clouds hovering by
great! i just had to sigh..
now i have to bid the bees goodbye
i hope they find their way home
feeling this would be a one awful storm
wishing the weather would just calm
"a tiny bumblebee" a really nice poem
i was whistling walking a mile
when suddenly i just couldn't help but smile
a flimsy tiny bumblebee buzzed my way
this poem about a bee i read that day
my curiosity got the best of me
followed the bee, i just had to see!
what is the life of this tiny bumblebee?
as it flew itself to a nearby tree
then i saw flowers of yellow and blue
soft green grass, beatles, and butterflies too
a beautiful place i never knew
a tiny paradise one should go to
but what was one now became two
perhaps i thought the poem wasn't true
what would you feel if the bee were you?
lone in a vast wide world
searching through and through
here and there, to and fro
watching them zoom by (--an ant bit my toe!)
i wonder could that be so?
then it hit me a shelter they must go
looking up above the sky
dark angry clouds hovering by
great! i just had to sigh..
now i have to bid the bees goodbye
i hope they find their way home
feeling this would be a one awful storm
wishing the weather would just calm
"a tiny bumblebee" a really nice poem
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nice poem, 10/10 for effort. Do you mind me asking, are you dyslexic? Not meant to be an insult, but my friend is and writes similar to you, missing out random words but still getting the point across. Of course, you may have done that to make the words fit the poem, but (and although I'm no poet) I always find its better to make the poem fit the words . Here's one I did earlier (i.e. several years ago)
This morning when the sun came through
My thin blue curtains hung upon the wall
I decided to stay in bed, to try something new
To break the rules and ignore the laws.
I got dressed in bright flashy clothes
Leaving the usual pale grey uniform on the door,
And went to step in shoes
That would never be allowed at school
Where the boring teachers moan and drone
And never have anything interesting or fun
To teach us about; like they should.
I didn’t go to school that day,
Instead I wandered about the streets.
Laughing and dancing and singing and
Making a-merry-day of the one day
Where I could break the rules
That had kept me inside my shell for
Many, many dull and long years,
But now I felt liberated and able
To show my real and true colours.
When I got home to the same old house
That I had lived in for half my life,
I realised that not a thing had changed
The pictures hanging on the wall were ever the same
That always seemed to portray a happier day.
The pictures I saw of me in school
Reminded of the things I had learnt and
The things I had yet to learn
So that night I went to bed and hung up my
Usual pale grey uniform for tomorrow
For I shall live by the rules because they’ll help me
For today at least.
I took it to be a thread about poetry in general. Maybe I'm just bored.
pretty interesting comment.
I think so because he keeps treating here like a blog by just posting his poems and then not commenting again. His poem was called 'the poem reader.'
:yes:
and :yes: to the second comment.
As its been said before, and the person even replied, thesite is not a blog, it is a message board.
The least (s)he could do is post in MrG's poetry corner. I don't think he actually reads any replies.