Poems

Hi, I am a chair.
Sit down and rest.
Compared to the couch,
I am the best!

Beep, Sheep!

Dads are nice (sometimes)
dads are helpful
dads help you if you’re hurt
dads don’t listen
dads are a little bit cheeky
dads don’t let you do anything
dads are silly
dads just chill out
dads just let you eat healthy stuff for ever
(like my dad)
dads sometimes play with you

Sisters are annoying
sisters are bossy
sisters have a lot of attitude
sisters are very naughty
sisters are very hurtful
sisters are very argumentative
sisters are nice in school

(same as boys
they’re nice in school
but maybe not at home)

Death is not the end
Death can never be the end
Death is a road
Life is a traveler
The soul is the guide

From the solid ice
on a mountain,
I emerge. I go
down the mountain.
The view on the
way is a black and
white picture. I

never go up,
only keep going down.

I’ve reached
a forest now.
It is as green as
a leaf hanging
on a tree, waiting
to fall. I keep
going downwards.
Sometimes fast,
sometimes slow. I

never go up,
only keep going down.

I reach a waterfall
and fall downwards
as fast as a man who
is scuba diving.
Somehow, I survive.
A little while away,
I’ll reach the ocean
where I’ll tour the earth
till the end of my life.

Friends are forever,
Or they’re not a real friend,
They keep your secrets
Until the end.
You giggle and chat with them,
You feel sad and cry with them,
You trust them,
You rely on them,
You grow old together,
Friends for life!

Once there was a cat
That wandered off one day,
Towards the forest he went,
Not aware of what he would find that day.
Past the trees that climb up high,
Around the marshy swamp,
Trying not to get stuck,
He came to a stop.
He saw a unicorn strolling past.
He ran his paw across,
Across the furry coat of the unicorn.
The unicorn had trust,
The unicorn had trust in the cat,
That came wandering one day,
Wandering that is,
Into the forest one day.
The cat and the unicorn are still friends,
Friends they are to this day.

Hi Mark. This is a site for people to send their poems, not for advertising. Happy to see your poems, and your comments. But mention of your site will have to stop. Sorry…

The cat’s meow is the strum of a guitar,
The dog’s woof is the beat of a drum,
The bird’s song is the tin whistle’s tune,
The pig’s grunt is the toot of the kazoo,
The flute’s melody is a graceful swan,
The shake of the maracas is a rattle snake’s jive.