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A mountain pokes out awkward in the mist
Why is it so awkward you ask?
Why simply because it is trying to fit in.

hope that counts as a poem was my first

The wolf howled its mournful cry

The wolf howled its mournful cry
It raised its muzzle to the deep dark sky
The howl flowed from his mouth
And was swept by the wind, headed south.

Eh, not that great! xD

The bird soared in the clouds

The bird soared in the clouds
And vanished with just a single puff.
I know not why I cried that day:
The summer sky seemed clear enough.

Next line:
Am I the keeper of my brother?

The bird soared in the clouds
the clouds were dark like shrouds
the trees to land soon croud
the bird continues to fly

i dont no if it is good

ok how bout this
The wheat waves in the wind

Which one do i do? I'll do both... >

Am i the keeper of my brother?
Can i live up, to the example of my mother...(?)
He sits sick in his bed,
And i hope, he is not dead...

wow that was bad! xDD

The wheat waves in the wind
The birds chirp, for it is morning
The wild dogs, howl their warning...

haha, im not good at this! and i bet i got ninja'd....

The wheat waves in the wind,
Another farm is reaped.
To the reaper we give our dues,
For we thank our lives.

Next line:

The mournful winter releases life,

The mournful winter releases life,
The grass starts to grow
The farmer stops mourning
Now he has work to do


ok the next poem starts with

The cat purrs softly

I am very interested in this. Sadly I can't come up with something to complete it. But I will try.

The mournful winter releases life
From its duty for a season,
Some view it as death,
But I view it as with a reason.

haha.
NEXT
The lunar sky is quite a view,

The wind blew harshly in the cold
The snow reflects the light
The snow owl swoops
It got its prey

Ok

The night was restless

The night was restless,
Deep and dark:
These are the signs
Of evil arts.

I know not what lurks in the deep
Or what foul beings seem to creep
In mud that seems mixed thick with blood
And bubbles shiny, soapy suds.

Next line:
He shot me, and my dreams were shattered glass...

He shot me, and my dreams were shattered glass...
Who know why he did this?
I cannot see if this pain will pass.
Ruining my perfect balance of bliss.

Probably ninja'd.XD

Sitting on my little boat.

He shot me, and my dreams were shattered glass
What meaning they had has been lost, alas
What shall I be, I do not know
All I hope is that my good will show

Right off the top of my head.
aww crap almost ninjad... gonna leave that there cuz I liked it a bit.

Sitting on my little boat.
Rowing rowing across this moat
Casting my net, all souls today,
Will be captured in time, and lay at bay.

The night is bright, the moon is afire ...

Hoping against a ninja here.

The night is bright, the moon is afire
A beam of light shines down upon the shire
A shadow here, a light there
The mysterious night reaches out to all here

There you are, hopefully it's not terrible

As spring arrived

hoping against a ninja here,
my motives and chances still unclear.
will I survive, and live in calm?
or be crushed by my fate as a ticking time bomb?

hoping against a ninja here,
it's coming down to my worst fear.
grab for the problem, try and try
but when you lose, don't sit and cry.

~~~~~~

"The tile reflected what I knew"

That's what I get for leaving this tab alone for five minutes, crap . . . .