The Rock
11 years respects it
10 escape lanes
9 branches upon it
8 frozen statues
7 ideas for it
6 scrapes from falling
5 nicks from shoes
4 shaven sides
3 steps like stairs
2 places to sit
1 great place
read from number one.
cool?
Colour-what is it?
A brightness shining through a grey dull?
or just a thing that is normal, do you like it to skip?
Do you like it cooped up in a, say, a boat hull?
A tiny poem about the perspective of things, such as colour. Peace!
The post before was an excerpt from my newest story.
Unfortunately, I might not post it here. Oh well.
Anyway, here is my poem:
A Copperman sits, writing on a slate,
writing for food
that isn’t on his plate.
Yet his arts will not prevail
the way people smile at his work
and sell them by his name by the gale .
Silverman grabs Copperman’s work
buying it and selling it in his OWN name
Copper notices how he lurks.
Goldman plucks the slate from Silverman
He pays with money of all kind.
Copper sees his a boastin’ man.
Copper’s slate, once empty now filled,
with works of his own.
Quite awhile later, he needed another slate!
A Copperman sits, writing upon a slate,
writing for more belonging
which will always be on his plate.
Do you like it? I sent to my grandpa by email, cause basically it’s for him. It’s an old-fashion like poem, and I spent a lot of time working on it. . . Anyway, write your opinion as a comment!
As I walked into the forest, I saw trees and animals.
I saw a deer with a caribou.
I saw a rock that looked like a giant’s big toe.
The clearing got narrower, the bushes caved in,
It led to a place with many more plants and animals.
Monkeys climb and fight with prehensile tails,
Jaguars and sloths move quietly.
Tapirs hide with its friend, an armadillo.
Butterflies flitter-flutter around silently.
Flowers bloom beautifully,
Bromiliads water-filled and occupied.
Trees with roots, bigger than man.
Soil paths turned to rocky paths.
It went back to normal.
A dog ran in front of me, chasing a squirrel;
Chipmunks look for trees to live in.
As I walked into the forest, I saw trees with animals.
By: Grace Yin, ME
Christmas!
Fun with presents
Food
And Family.
Festivals
Buffet
Games!
Singing Carols
“Joy To The World.”
Writing
Wrapping
Always Laughing
Joy to Christmas.
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I know it is not Christmas, but, I made this at Christmastime. I didn’t put it on here cause I was playing with my Christmas Doodades.
Love is plain,
Because, you see,
A hug is all it takes.
A letter, a kiss,
A e-mail, too,
For it is plain enough.
Love is plain.
You cannot see it
With the naked eye.
But look deep into the
Heart-if you can-and you will find
Love.
It is plain,
yet warm.
For all it takes,
Is a act of kindness,
Love, passion, and a
Simple “I love You”.
Safe is the love that is plain.
By:Grace Yin(ME!)
P.S.
You like it? I made it myself after a quiet tragedy. . . .