Poetry

Cherry Blossom Tree

I am a tree

There is no other cherry Blossom like me

If you have ever seen me,

You'd know that my booming blossoms are pink with a hint of white

I'm quite the sight

My roots flourish deep

A true tree of might!
And sweet sap from my trunk does weep

I am not for climbing, only admiring
I'm as flawless as can be.

I make a good subject for a poet whom is aspiring.

What's that? There's a leaf on the grass? That cannot be from me.

I Love The Pouring Rain

Pitter patter sounds punish the pavement as the rain falls down

Her heaving weeps barely make a sound

Out in the middle of the girl a girl does frown

She clutches her arm as her face wound

The murmur of the stars brings her breif felicity

Another yell pierces the night

Years inside this house has brought her toxicity

Her parents had only begun to fight

In the distance a faint humming stays out of sight

To herself she abrades

she languidly stumbles down two yellow stripes

This broken home will never fade

She looks back to see the window lights

An evanescent car stealth's from behind

 the sound of the screeching tires is coarse

the narrow headlights keep her confined

Her hushed screams are growing hoarse

A small silhouette lays behind the girl

Everything turns black

the stars and moon begin to swirl

A life she now lacks  

Imagination

(This was a '20 Little Poetry Things' assignment so it may not make sense!:D)

I am a unicorn.

I eat bears with Pompeii in this riveting land.

Rainbows feel like cotton

Purple cascades are a sight to see

You can constantly hear dragons scatting they're breakfast ingredients 

The mango's tastes like sunshine

And the forests have a sweet smell of rain

Evenings smell the way brownies taste

A slap on the back by Morgan Freeman will dry any infants tears

In Quebec, Canada.

Okay the forests don't smell that great.

But the ogres stole from the Garden of Listening 

So we used a guillotine on them to get the hummingbirds back 

Don't drink coffee or your toes'll turn black.

"Are you Dovahkiin?" "I am Dragonborn!" 

The radiant fruit smorgasbord of my love life

We were as translucent as a mental patient.

At night I am a unicorn ninja who hunts politician's with sporks. 

Ktron adores the night sky and all the eyes that gaze upon it.

In 4035AP (after people) 

We will all be equal.

Caves in the jungles of Morocco are bouncy houses.

I'll take a walk past the clock to pass time.

Phantasie ist wichtiger als wissen.

Martians from Pluto send they're love.

Even after all was said, autumn leaves ooze down as shafts of sunbeams shine upon your immaculate expression.   

I Am 

I am a dreamer

My hopes are high

And my smiles are optimistic

I am full of positives

That are as radient as a illuminated moon

I fancy finger-painting and mumble-jumble songs

I am a dreamer.

I am a dreamer

Yet I sit and stare often

For I dream of other lands

Far different than this

Lands with Jell-o seas

And mango trees.

Maroon skies

7 foot tall grasses and wheat's

Rainbows soaring through space instead of comets

Marbled balloons instead of planets

And tiny beings as snow

With the twinkle of the crystals as camera flashes

Capturing the 8th wonder of the world

Woe is me

I am a dreamer

But am forced to return to reality

Instead of playing trumpets with elephants wearing top hats

I go to school and work

I will always be a dreamer

Even though I'm awake.