Haiku's,Poems and anything that rhymes!

In reference to my one about boys,here is a poem about children's society itself...I have been in it and I am describing some of the events that became of it,even the eventual leaving of the church. Sunday school there was treated like a classroom and there was a freaking pecking order!
So,heres the poem.


You adults,though you once were,do not know us kids
We have our own society though it gets out of hand
we want to grow up so fast,but we forget our skids
when faking to ride down that road the that troubled land
The boys,they scorn,the girls they sass
and do things before their time
I shall not say what,but it is sad what happened in 2009
I know of this society and have ruled a lesser part
I kicked out of her place,by accident, a girl with stony heart
There was a war,this is no lie
The boys joined in and made us cry
The battle was epic the fighting involved
Many adults and and the whole church revolved
Though I did not start this,and I have no clue
How it really did
But I left my post up to some other kid
And I have resigned from the anarchy
of this twisted society
I am now just a citizen of it,Making sure everyone's okay
I am like the police man,protecting without pay
I watch the little girls and boys
Baby-sitting them as they play with their toys
I want them to grow up in lives without villainy
Instead of growing up
In this twisted society
 
From personal experience....


THE POWER OF PRAYING

Do not scoff you pharisees,praying really works
when you want to free your body of villainy's murks
When I have a nightmare,when I have guilt
I pray to the Lord and he makes my heart tilt
Sliding all the evilness off.
I've been having scary dreams and today
I asked God
If maybe he could get them off my mind and brighten up this rainy day
Well now the sun is shining and my heart is free of those awfull cod(I was dreaming of fish,don't ask)
Also you all prayed for my little sister
When she got surgery on her ear
Well now It's doing better and she is without fear
When you pray you may have peace
When you pray the evening jitters will cease
When you pray You'll feel at ease
When you pray you won't feel bored
For you are talking to the LORD


Made especially for Copperfox:D
 
Reagan, both of those poems display a mature spirit. I wouldn't be surprised to hear that your Sunday school is grateful for your presence. As for the one about prayer: "evening jitters" has application to me, all right. Ever since Janalee was invited Further Up and Further In, I've had a tendency to sleep poorly. Interestingly, I just got word that the technician with my nighttime breathing-improvement apparatus will come over tomorrow.
 
Well about evening jitters,I was listening to my mom read bible study this morning and she was talking about people who hide from christ.
She was talking about how they're afraid and have trouble sleeping and try to drown out that conscience of fear.
I was kind of having that problem and wrote that down.
I'e been having weird dreams about Catfish and that my sweetie Ben decided to hate christians. But it started after I started eating skittles after dinner,so maybe I should throw those out:eek:
And yes my sunday school WAS appreciative. At least the ones who didn't start that "war". It actually was a war,like literally. We fought on the playground outside. It would be better described in a poem so I shall write about it...
 
The War

I was new and she was old
I was fresh and she was cold
The new kid in sunday school
I must've made her look like a fool
She had a heart of stone and hated my for no reason
Round and round the year,season by every season
That hate festered and she decided
to kick me in the head
She told MY friends who shouldn't be trusted
with secrets and they of course didn't want me dead
They told me and I told dad
My dad got mad and called up HER mom
Then that's when they dropped the bomb
There was an all out war
In the playground backyard
She got the boys on her side,while On mine
I had girls numbering four
The boys blocked the door and I ran like mad
To the front gate to fetch my dad
He came out and stopped the war
And She and I left the church with our family for
this reason and were never seen
but for us there were other problems concerning the pastor
Plus I had a crush and he turned mean
And problems kept coming faster and faster
Oh the churches I've been to,they never involve the Lord
I've only heard of business,concerning the offering hoard
So now we're not going anywhere
and this poems' at it's end
Someday we'll find a good church that's righteous and fair
and Its probably around the bend
 
Awww thanks. It's my parents' struggle more than mine,but they don't realize I can hear them when they're talking in the bathroom in the morning,or in the car on road trips,or while I'm on TDL:D
I pick up a lot,so It's like my struggle too. I just want someplace with good classmates and no "society"
 
Reagan, both of those poems display a mature spirit

AND THAT'S why I don't like how Isaiah treats me like a kid.
I'm almost as old and I can comprehend things!
It gets on my nerves so much!
But he's off my mind now and more angst is on,I've got a bad feeling Ben's about to do something majorly stupid again! That or those skittles I've been eating have weird dream enhancing chemicles in them:p
 
For Hazel,(aka cherrysoda12) Who is all jittery about a boy named Camden Blossom who is perfect for her!
(P.S. I wrote the poem but it's written through her point of view)

We used to go
To the same room
every single sunday
I wanted to go
with you as my groom
everywhere every day
Oh Mr. Blossom,my adorable boy
I still recall your face
With lily skin,and sweet brown eyes
That makes my poor heart race
Your love of Video games same as mine
Your love of drawing,Oh you're so fine!
We both doodle while the teacher talks
I think a golden opportunity knocks
I remember the day,when Dusty wasn't there
It was just you and me and we needed a volunteer
I was the first and you raised your hand
With that gleam in your eye I just KNEW you were the man
We did lines together for a sunday school play
Oh how happy I was that day
But We've drifted apart and now I can't find you
I wish I could,for my darling I LOVE you!
This saturday We'll be going to a comicon
I hope you'll be there
and another opportunity dawn
:D
 
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Hazel, my advice to Reagan at her age goes double for you at YOUR age. I actually "dated" a girl when I was only ten--but it was under very clean conditions, in a more innocent time. Guard your heart.
 
She knows. She's at an age where she can only get smitten and she's still talking my ear off about it right now!:p
Agghh I can't get her to stop. I think she might've hit that boy crazy stage.
But she's better at hiding it than I am:p
EVERYONE knows I'm in love with Caspian,while they have NO CLUE about sis
 
One for Caspian,My Caspian♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

I've had a twisted childhood
with weird family history
I wished that I could
Find narnians,those people of mystery
I did and I sort of regret it
For they act a little bit crazy
Sending me out for cheese and daisies
thank God reepicheep never bit
But that's not the least of my woes
I have many more as well
Peter thinks that he's so Swell
but I think that its only his head that does
He beats me with the flat
and calls me names
He brings up my mother's past
and then tries to woo the dames
Susan is no better,she hits at me as well
But maybe I should say ON me
and I'm glad when out of that tree she fell
But I suppose I should not gripe
For Aslan has blessed me with a beautiful wife
and nine lovely sons and a beautiful daughter
and a fine castle overlooking the water
I have a good position as King
and my subjects don't complain about anything
The younger pevensies are still sweeties
and My youngest son laughs when I tickles his feeties:)
So before you whine and gripe and shout
about the little things that make you pout
Remember the good things that Aslan has given thee
And don't make worse of that bad and the grime of villainy
 
To movie-type Caspian, here's a note:
If you met the Peter that Lewis wrote,
You never would find a cause for complaint;
Too bad Mr. Adamson can't stand a saint.
 
Caspian's response...


Yes dear copper I'm sure I would
For I have met him when he was older
and Adamson here,if you could
is called Demoth and he's getting bolder
There's a thing called Im's and Trues
Trues were made by Lewis and are quite nice
Im's are made by Adamson and are hard to entice
to become sweet and so we are at war
But as in my first poem,I should really not complain
For I have many more blessings than I do annoyances
 
One for Peter☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢

I'm the king! Aslan said so
So Why should I give up the throne
to some other fellow
who's not as experienced as me.
Look at him! He's such a mess!
With that long matted hair,and that silly accent
he was born out of wedlock and his way of dress
is so ridiculous is makes me look decent!
I am handsome and I am wise
I can rule narnia till the skies
come crashing down
I'll not have any nonsense from that Caspian boy
So why don't you go home and play with your toys?
 
One for susan☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠
(not rhyming)
Ahhh I had once only wished to say in london
but now I am mistaken!
For What I behold in narnia is so much better!
A handsome prince who's just my age,though maybe not my height
But he's still perfect and I can't think of anything else at the time
Lucy talks to me,Peter talks to me,Edmund talks to me and I just tune them out
but HE talks to me and I listen to every word
He flirts in subtle ways and I try to stoke the fire
but he's a bit tricky and ignores me sometimes
He made me mad once,but with that puppy dog face
who would NOT forgive?
 
Actually, that should have been titled "One For ANTI-Peter," since your accurate portrayal of the Andrew Adamson travesty is dead-on OPPOSITE to the character of the REAL Peter Pevensie.



You know how the winters arrive and depart;
Each one leaves a bit more old age in my heart.
But rise from your bed, and we'll dance all the same;
The tree of remembrance will tell me your name.​
 
Actually, that should have been titled "One For ANTI-Peter," since your accurate portrayal of the Andrew Adamson travesty is dead-on OPPOSITE to the character of the REAL Peter Pevensie.



You know how the winters arrive and depart;
Each one leaves a bit more old age in my heart.
But rise from your bed, and we'll dance all the same;
The tree of remembrance will tell me your name.​

When I say Peter I usually mean the fake one. When I say TRUE peter I mean for the good adult one full of knightly virtue. I'm sort of writing a rhyming canterbury tale or something,I will write one about the true pevensies though:)
 
One for Lucy and Edmund☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁
(not rhyming)
We are going away for a while but We'll be back don't try and follow us
Cause we'll be back as soon a possible
Those were the words that we bade to our friends as we said good-bye for the second time
We hardly even had a good stay,battles and blood and war and what not
The only joy we squeezed out of it was probably the few brief minutes when we splashed in the water
The rest was an ugly affair
Susan flirting and making us sick
Peter bossing and not trusting Lu
Caspian hardly payed any attention to US
The only one who really gave a dang was Aslan and we're glad for that
For he secretly promised us that we'd come back and stay forever while Pete and Su would fade
and become jaded adults in london
 
One for Tigerlily♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Oh my life is so awkward I don't know what it is
My husband is so weird himself that it would take a wiz
to figure him ALL out
There's this tiff with Peter and a worse one with Su
That I AM involved in so that she don't think that she's new
and can replace ME in his life
Edmund and Lucy those poor little kids
I watch after them and make sure they're well
before they're dragged away again by their awfull sibs
and I'm sure you can tell
what happens next.
The elders are banished and the youngers stay
They come live with us and our 10 lovely children
We give them a kingdom and forever they live
In narnia with us,Peace at last.
But I cannot stop there!
There is more I must tell!
For my life is most awesomely swell!
I have nine boys to run through the house
with muddy boots on the rugs
and certainly not as quiet as a mouse
I have only one daughter who went off to school
To become a princess cause she says it's cool
So I live in a mad house with millions of men
But don't take me wrong it can be kind of fun
If you know how to fight them with a pencil and pen
Then after I beat them the game is all done
So I put the small ones to bed and big one in his
and I climb in and light goes out
With a fiz
 
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