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Everlasting FlameDeep and dark lies FireBurning Flames that desireA heart so pure Mystical rosesOnly once rosebuds bloom In the land of misty gloomWhere darkness covers all The Magic VinesWhere the vines above the tree tops grow, A sacred land of peace does show,In slumber lies the fate from deep, And runs the pools that make them weep,But far and dark there lies a place, Where no one sees a friendly face,The trees do blow and whisper in the wind,Bringing in an eerie thought never to be dimmed,These places fight and bloom and flower,And fire and shake and darkness does devour,But within this field, this, land, this world,There is a saviour that lies uncurled,It sleeps with fear,Its time draws near,When the sun does shine and gleam,That’s when the magic weaves as like dream, When The Magic Vines are in power,The misty rains do fall and shower,And for a second a lonely thought,This clear magic feeling cannot be fought,In the time when the Magic Vines do grow. SilverWalter de la MareSlowly, silently, now the moonWalks the night in her silver shoon,This way, and that, she peers, and seesSilver fruit upon silver trees,One by one the casements catchHer beams beneaththe silvery thatch,Couched in his kennel, like a log,With paws of silver sleeps the dog,From their shadowy cote the white breasts peepOf doves in a silver-feathered sleep,A harvest mouse goes scampering by,With silver claws, and silver eye,And moveless fish in the water gleam,By silver reeds in a silver stream The CloudPercy Bysshe ShelleyI bring fresh showers to thirsting flowers,From the sea and the streams,I bear light shade for the leaves when laidIn their noonday dreams.From my wings are shaken the dews that wakenThe sweet buds every one,When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,As she dances about the sun.I wield the flail of the lashing hail,And whiten the green plains under,And then again I dissolve it in rain,And laugh as I pass in thunder. PoemsMy mom and dadFrom: It's a Magical World My mom and my dad are not what they seem.Their dull appearance is part of their scheme.I know of their plans. I know their techniques.My parents are outer space alien freaks!They landed on earth in spaceships humongous.Posing as grownups, they now walk among us.My parents deny this, but I know the truth.They're here to enslave me and spoil my youth.Early each morning, as the sun rises,Mom and dad put on their earthling disguises.I knew right away their masks weren't legit.Their faces are lined - they sag and don't fit.The earth's gravity makes them sluggish and slow.They say not to run, wherever I go.They live by the clock. They're slaves to routines.They work the year 'round. They're almost machines.They deny that TV and fried food have much worth.They cannot be human. They're not of this earth.I cannot escape their alien gaze,And they're warping my mind with their alien ways.For sinister plots, this one is a gem.They're bringing me up to turn me into them! MORE POEMS COMING SOON!!!I HOPED YOU LIKE THE POEMS I WROTE< IN THIS MAGICAL WORLD. |