Allsorts

Soldiers come and soldiers go.
War is sad and everyone knows.
Do soldiers have fun and lots of love.
Or do they have none of the fun.
Where they go, no one knows.
Gun shots are heard, bang, pow, boom!
It is so glum, without any friends.
Do you have the courage, to go with a gun?
Then we love and respect the one’s we love.

The bravest soldier believes in himself.
Whatever the challenge he will do his best.
Whatever he does he shows the rest.
If it’s time to strike he will not stay back.
Because he will prove that he is the best.

Gun shots are heard, and grenades are thrown as soldiers run to take cover;
The chief yells GRENADE but is too late
From the smoke a soldier appears
He runs from the hiding to save his comrades life
He hopes for victory but he can’t go on with his injuries;
The pain causes him to collapse

He pushes the soil beneath his uniform determined to keep going
He refuses defeat, he cannot retreat and he takes a final stand
He sprints, determined to save the life trapped under the soil.
He finds is comrade laying there as blood rushes down his face.

He feels his heartbeat and gets a glimpse of hope,
The soldiers defend, feeling amazed as they run and help them up.
They bring them to safety.
As the soldier falls with his mission complete
La vraie gloire est l’inspiration pour sauver ses camarades

My river runs cold
And an iciness unfolds
He looks at me and I look to the floor
I can’t bear see him but I thought I had seen this before
Maybe I am a wrecker of innocent people
Sometimes they must just call me evil

My river runs frosty
He was such a softy
Made me things for special occasions
And now we have no relations
Always texted goodnight with two red hearts
Those will be the parts that I miss the most

This poem doesn’t rhyme,
I never use them all the time,
Hey I just bought an electric viola,
I’ll celebrate with some cola,
My name is Frank,
And I keep my money in the bank,
My poem is finished,
Oh no, it rhymes! I’ll just eat some spinach.

With an R, it’s a good buddy,
without an R it’s a horrible enemy,
And without the N it’s a type of delicious food.
Who am I?

Fied!

I stare at you
You stare at me
The deep hazel eyes piercing my soul
Searching for answers
Explanations
“Tell me what happened”
They say

I stare at you
The rosy cheeks glistening with sweat
Tension filling the air
“Who are you?”
“What are you?”

I stare at you
Pink lips, brown hair
You look like someone I know
But you also don’t

I stare at you
Questions racing through my mind
But I should know the answers
Because you are me
And I am you

And yet I still stand
Staring at you
Wondering if I will ever know
If I will ever understand
Who you are

There once was two goddesses,
named Sol and Lun,
Sol was the goddess of life, Lun was the goddess of peace,
They used their powers together,
and out came a BLAST!
And they made the planet we settle in today.
Sadly Sol and Lun didn’t survive,
But some say,
They live as the sun and the moon today.

Last Christmas I took a bath so hot it’s just a laugh
I smile not much but I smile I worship Christ all the time
Every day, every night even if I die

I love, love, love Christmas

Let’s go Christmas

Christmas

The fire in my heart burns bright and true
But for who?
Well let me tell you,
Her hair is very smooth but curls at the bottom
like the firework that barely travels straight up then
BOOM goes everywhere,
Her eyes are deep blue in the light but are brown in the dark
like the firework that changes colour as it descends
Her facial features are more perfect than ever
and can’t get better
like the firework that suddenly explodes and makes a heart in the sky
Her personality is best, when she speaks it sends of high pitched sparks
like the fireworks that makes a squealing sound
and spins round.
And that is my best friend and this isn’t a love poem 🙂

a cat sat in a hat
a cat fell on a rat

a cat sat in a bowl
a cat fell on a pole

a cat sat in a coat
a cat fell on a boat

a cat sat on a bow
a cat fell in a hole