This is kind of like "50 Word Short Story" thing, but with poetry. I won't set a limit on how long it can be, but make it pretty short. But write a poem about whatever theme you've been giving. Try not to think too much. I'll start with a theme-- Green eyes
The park bench is cold As I slight right over But I shant be bold By giving a cold shoulder [pathetic, I know, I know ] Theme: true love
They say true love exists, But I yet have to see, A single man or woman, Not hurt by this thing. Girl Talk
Jibber jabber in the night as stars come out one by one then fade away as the morning sun welcomes day. Theme: Winter storms
Mom, whats that? A winter storm honey. But looks like two girls fighting! Yeah, it's a winter storm, honey. Music
Meat? Interesting....Ok... As I stand at the grill And watch the kids run 'round I wonder what I did to deserve Such an awesome life But little did I know As I sat and wondered My meat was burning, Melting my butter. Lol Ok....theme- Grass
Grass, they say, is very unique, It comes in many forms, many tucks and nicks. A blade here sharp, another blunt, Watch out! that may be hiding a killer bug. Internet
As it loads I do my homework It takes so long I get it done But when it finally, after long, appears It always seems to crash. The internet is a ghastly thing. I'd rather use a book. Memorizing
Caressing your sweet face I commit your features To memory, Memorizing your every move As you reach out To reciprocate. Theme - Rings
In my own mess Of tears and rags I watch that ring He gave me fall In slow motion Like an action movie-slowed As it sparkles one last time Trust
Oh, that was good!! Oook. Um... As I step out into the Cold, dry air I wonder why You hurt me like this Wonder why You told me you loved me Before killing me Like this Oh, and giving me this hurt Ok. Perfect. This'll be bad.
Mama warned me she said "a fickle thing, love is" but I jumped in feet first and frankly don't care even if it is bad I can make it through the storm because I'll always have you, "I do" Penguins
The way they waddle Makes me think of life And how we should Just waddle through Life, without a care Love eachother And always dare To dream And love And laugh And waddle Through life without a care. Lies
Under an umbrella of lies, we huddle in the emptiness of false hope. Through repition and reward we make it the truth, until everything is just and area of grey. The air becomes tainted; The worst kind of pollution. with blind eyes and an apathetic mind, we sabotage ourselves with white lies. No greater are we than what we have said. I've been the victim of lies, but more often the author, because I know too well that Ignorance is bliss. theme: mothers
They say I look just like you, mother I don't see the resemblence They say we sound just the same, mother I don't hear the resemblence They say our smiles are just the same But I don't know, you never smiled, mother So how could I know the resemblence? No one ever tells me, though I act just like you did And that, mother, is something, I don't want to see The resemblence in. Theme: Light
As into the light she walks, She pauses at the gate, Looks back remembering, Everything she's left. But as the dark she leaves behind, Breeze rustling up her hair, She knows it's time to leave, It's time to say goodbye. Death
For everyone, death Is a ticking bomb But, without a certain countdown So when it stops And erupts It surprises everyone But you have to let the tears fall And you have to remember the happy times Cause it's not worth it, to worry and fret Just love life And never let That ticking Take over Ok....sleep
I was trying to catch some z's but kept dreaming you were catching me I just want to be free But you seem to so badly want me as a girlfriend You're invading my dreams go away, or I'll bust at the seams This is not what I want to dream about You are my new nightmare You are my joy, pain, dispair the genie in the bottle
The stars blur by His hand in mine A breath of fresh night air Spinning, skipping, dancing, smiling Loving the way this feels Like Cinderella, at the ball This night, ought to never end But soon it does, everyones gone The dance floor, deserted and sad But I lie in bed, sleep with a smile. And in my dreams, I'm dancing all the while. Theme: Fights
