Posts tagged ‘story poem’

September 5, 2017

Profitable

by Angela Umphers Rueger

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I ran away, but then I found
That God would set me free.

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June 3, 2017

Just One Chance

by Angela Umphers Rueger

Though Bobby Manning little knew
The trouble he’d be in,

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October 24, 2015

Tanabata Rain* – Troiku

by Georgia

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Tanabata Rain*

falling rain
magpies flock to the wheat fields 
lovers forgotten

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January 12, 2015

Poem of the Day — Yellow Trickling

by paturnerlee

Yellow Trickling

 

Tea time clothing racked in age worn dreams

Buffed up corduroy patches to attract a shining

Clamoured girl covered in glossy revenue

Sweet talks a taxi to whiz off to cocktail bar

A haven for slammers, tequila trashed bargain bar with bruised eye users

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February 21, 2014

What’s The Best Pet for a Girl When She’s Four?

by PookyH

Life was exciting for a girl named Ellie,
She was planning a party with cake cards and jelly,
In a very short time she was going to be four,
She was excited about not being three anymore.
The party aside she had reason to smile,
You see she’d been asking her Mum for a while,
If she could have a pet, but Mum always said no,
But for her fourth birthday Mum promised to go
To the pet shop with Ellie and buy her a pet,
Now the big question was about which pet to get.
Can I please get an ant? Ellie questioned her Mum.
They build little tunnels, to watch would be fun!

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October 13, 2013

Lyra, Ellie and the Crocodile

by PookyH

Lyra and Ellie went to the park,

In search of some fun and some games,

Like a turn on the swings,

Or a trip down the slide,

Or a go on the big climbing frames.

But when they arrived,

There was nobody there,

The park was completely deserted.

Empty of children and parents as well,

But the girls didn’t feel disconcerted.

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October 1, 2013

A Dragon Named Paul

by PookyH

In a faraway land where the sea meets the sky,

And the hills are marshmallows and the rocks are alive,

Live a colony of dragons – the regular sort –

With fire-breathing bellies, who eat children for sport.

They fill children with fear, and animals too

(When there’s no girls for dinner, a puppy will do).

Their breath is appalling, their manners atrocious,

Breeding fear and loathing is their only true focus.

Except for one dragon who’s not scary at all,

A mild-mannered dragon the others call Paul.

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