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CREATIVE WRITING
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HOT TOPICS
POLITICS
HEALTH
PANDEMIC

TERROR

I am only three years old,
Already living in the cold,
I no longer have a mother,
No father, or young brother.
I was never really free,
But I was happy then you see.

Now, alone in the night,
Filled with cold and fright,
I hear a mother screaming for her baby.
Will they find him? Maybe.
And I dream of a simpler time past,
A joyous time that did not last.

Blood and sweat and regretful tears,
Fill the earth with growing fears,
In a place I once called home,
But now the lonely streets I roam.
No food, nor place to sleep have I found,
Except the cold, and blood filled ground.

I recall my mother's piercing scream,
And praying that it was but a dream,
And watching all that death,
In but a single breath.
All because I believe,
I am forced now to grieve.

I once had hope, love and joy,
Now I'm just a lonely little boy.
In a god I once believed,
Of hate and fear I could not have conceived.
And now my heart is longing, cold and sore,
All because of war.

DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY

Oh, when that song begins to play,
I don't know what to say,
I get this twitch,
An unexplicable itch,
To dance,
And prance,
The night away!

With a jump,
And bump,
A Hip Hop,
Bippity Bop,
Let's move,
And grove,
And dance,
And prance,
The night away!
Don't be afraid,
You need no aid,
Just swing your hips,
And come to grips,
Your body knows,
Just how the music goes.
So dance
And prance,
The night away!

LONELY

i remember just as the door
was being closed that i made
sure to mention that i loved
and i cared that he came home
and smiled and told me that
he loved me once more. Little
did I ask but to stay safe,to
show that he cared. I remember
kneeling to say my prayers, and
saying God, brign him home to me
so that he may see. so that I may
be happy, and relieved. and before
i closed my eyes, and thought of
him, lastly. i dreamed that we
laid on the coulds and laughed
as people sped by. but mostly, i
remember waking the night, filled
with fright and droplets of frigid
sweat flooding my palms. i remember
the voice that told me the truth,
that he didn't die in pain. and while
i think of him everyday, sometimes
i ask, why he didn't feel pain, when
the little girl did. i didn't know
her, but they tell she died in much
pain, and i pray for her soul each day.
because the love of my life DROVE DRUNK.

RAINBOW, RAINBOW

Oh pretty Rainbow,
The colors you reep and sow,
Brilliant Red,
Enough Said.
Awesome Orange,
Like a fresh picked orange,
Luscious Yellow,
Bright or mellow,
Groovy Green,
Unparallelled colour, have we seen,
Bold Blue,
Of Friendship oh so true,
And Powerful Purple
Like Jaleel White. (Urkel)

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MIRROR, MIRROR

Mirror, Mirror
On the Wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?

Mirror, Mirror,
Is it me,
Or the person I chose to see?

Mirror, Mirror,
Don't make me cry,
But please don't lie.

Mirror, Mirror,
You are so cruel,
To me, a fool.

Mirror, Mirror,
With but a smile,
I will overcome the error and trial.
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