A Poem. "The Dead"

The Dead

A confused mind, no warning heed,
A trigger pulled without due need,
A courageous bullet of lead doth speed,
A drop of blood, from veins freed.

The loud bang, an angry sound,
The splat of blood as it hits the ground,
The profound lack of a heart beat pound,
The lonely silence of a burial mound.

Although the dead in their coffins sleep,
Life around, continues to creep,
And above, the birds do sweep,
Their chicks, new life, begin to peep.

Do not weep, for the dead,
Sing their praises, with joy instead.

A poem.

A poem of Animals

The Camels feet are really neat,
The Elephants nose is just a hose,
A Cheetahs' spots are really dots,
The Zebras' stripes are black and white pipes,
Pandas eat a ton of bamboo,
And that's a fact that's true!

thank you, I made this for school.

A poem.

What poem I shall weave for you,
What tale shall I paint,
What yarn shall I narrate,
What story is left to taint?

What picture should I tell you,
What myth shall I unfold,
What fable should I recite,
What story is left untold?

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thank you! I just made this up just now and your welcome but please don't use this with out putting my name!

this is one of my poems

Cows-

If I were a cow,
and I'm not,
I would see grass a lot,
wandering around,
Up and down,
Some times sleeping,
Some times eating,
Never knowing,
Where I'm going,
Always seeing grass.


If I were a cow,
And by now you know I'm not,
I would see the sun a lot,
Some times there,
As well as not,
I'm sure to see the sun a lot,
Aren't I?

If you think that as a cow, and I'm not, I wouldn't either sun or grass very much at all, or think that I am lying about it all, be sure to contact my complaint department. (over my head)

Thank you.