these poems kinda suck cuz i wrote them:P
The World, Inside & Out
by Sheila M. O.
Look around you. I bet you see, cloudy skies, a dirty ground, dead grass and snow are the moutains.
But close your eyes and squeez tight, open them and look around, your`ll jump in sheer delight.
The sky is clear, your view is clear, the moutains curling with purple, green, black. The grass is green,
the roses in bloom, the day burning bright. The trees glowing green, and swaying in the beautiful
light! Now I suppose you think me right. The earth is beautiful, inside and out and so are you! So jump
and shout for you have discovered the beauty and grace of our world.
The Happy Death
by Sheila M. O.
Watch out! A storm is coming! You better crawl in a hole and stay hiden.
But where are the holes? I think they are hiding for the coming storm.
But where shall I hid if there aren`t holes or rabbits to show me the holes?
Maybe a lon deer still out will help me find a place in the brambles of branches
so rain will not crush me wet or thunder strike me dead. No no, no lon deers
out tonight. probally hiding from the coming storm. Aha! Here comes a frog,
croaking in fear. But where will he show me to hide? No no, he will never do.
Suppose he hides me under a lilypad? What will i ever do? Raindrops are starting
to pour like never before. Well, Ive had a good life. Goodbye world. You have been
kind to me, gave oxygen to me and I appreciate that, so now i say goodbye to my
loved ones, rain pouring on my skin, crackling thunder talking to the ground above
me, i say goodbye to the earth and wait for my coming death, surprisling happy.
This means everyone should die happy even in the badest way of
dieing in my opinion
by Sheila M. O.
Look around you. I bet you see, cloudy skies, a dirty ground, dead grass and snow are the moutains.
But close your eyes and squeez tight, open them and look around, your`ll jump in sheer delight.
The sky is clear, your view is clear, the moutains curling with purple, green, black. The grass is green,
the roses in bloom, the day burning bright. The trees glowing green, and swaying in the beautiful
light! Now I suppose you think me right. The earth is beautiful, inside and out and so are you! So jump
and shout for you have discovered the beauty and grace of our world.
The Happy Death
by Sheila M. O.
Watch out! A storm is coming! You better crawl in a hole and stay hiden.
But where are the holes? I think they are hiding for the coming storm.
But where shall I hid if there aren`t holes or rabbits to show me the holes?
Maybe a lon deer still out will help me find a place in the brambles of branches
so rain will not crush me wet or thunder strike me dead. No no, no lon deers
out tonight. probally hiding from the coming storm. Aha! Here comes a frog,
croaking in fear. But where will he show me to hide? No no, he will never do.
Suppose he hides me under a lilypad? What will i ever do? Raindrops are starting
to pour like never before. Well, Ive had a good life. Goodbye world. You have been
kind to me, gave oxygen to me and I appreciate that, so now i say goodbye to my
loved ones, rain pouring on my skin, crackling thunder talking to the ground above
me, i say goodbye to the earth and wait for my coming death, surprisling happy.
This means everyone should die happy even in the badest way of
dieing in my opinion
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