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the poem reader

Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
edited January 2023 in General Chat
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
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    Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    :thumb:
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    Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    kazuki wrote:
    the poem reader

    i was whistling walking a mile
    when suddenly i just couldn't help but smile - sounds a bit odd
    a flimsy tiny bumblebee buzzed my way - flimsy?
    this poem about a bee i read that day - this line doesnt really work for me

    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 - 4 lines rhyming loses some of the rhythm

    then i saw flower of yellow and blue - 'a' flower?
    soft green grass, beatles, and butterflies too
    a beautiful place i never knew
    a tiny paradise one should go to - "one should go to" is really forced, 4 lines rhyming again

    but what was one now became two
    perhaps i thought the poem wasn't true - this doesn't seem to make sense to me...
    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.. - "I just had to sigh" doesn't sound like something you'd normally say
    now i have to bid the bees goodbye

    i hope they find their way home
    feeling this would be a one awful storm - 'a' one awful storm?
    wishing the weather would just calm
    "a tiny bumblebee" a really nice poem - last two lines should sum everything up nicely, but seem a bit artificial

    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)
    The Rules

    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.
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    littlemissylittlemissy Posts: 9,972 Supreme Poster
    Can I remind you of this thread. :rolleyes:
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    Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Can I remind you of this thread. :rolleyes:

    I took it to be a thread about poetry in general. Maybe I'm just bored.
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    Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    hi

    pretty interesting comment.
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    littlemissylittlemissy Posts: 9,972 Supreme Poster
    I took it to be a thread about poetry in general. Maybe I'm just bored.

    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.'
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    Former MemberFormer Member Posts: 1,876,323 The Mix Honorary Guru
    Can I remind you of this thread. :rolleyes:

    :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.
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