St Patty's

Little men
Turn into
Sponges
Strangers
Become
Lovers
There are
Carousers
Underneath
The tables
A green
Fairy
Flies around

The Room

In all the entorpy

There is envy

Envy in the room

Full of ebony

Full of epicene people

Trying to endeavor

All the ecstasy

Tasting the elixer

Making them extemporize

It's an encephalic effort

Monk

a simple man
covered in wrinkles
wanting peace
a mundane life
a meanigful life
smiling at the world
wanting nothing
more
than
peace

A single Silver Boat

Emma Smith. "silver boat." 20 May 2009. picture.
distant form the world
two fragile girls
two innocent girls
a deep forest of trees
so far away
towering over
two fragile girls
two innocent girls
without a care
giggling and hugging
best friends
are two little girls
enemies now
two little girls
friends for eternity
in a picture
in a single silver boat

Gabcast! Drowning #1

My brain is stuck
the reason
I dont know
It's sad and painful
I want words
To spill from my mind
into the pencil.

My love

Emma Smith. "wonderwall." 5 March 2009. Picture.

My love for you
I wish to end
What is love
if not returned?
A lie, a game
to you, to me
cease the pain
upon a blade.

The whispers and the lies
As I walk on by
I can feel I just want to cry
Your all I wanted
Yet all I get is the
Tears you bring me

Drowning

I'm drowning in a deep sea
made from my own tears
my broken heart is sinking fast
into a darkabys
my soul drifting faraway from me
as I countinue drowning
in a cloud of pain you placed
upon me.

Fu Chuan-Fu. "Ocean Waves." 20 April 1997. Picture. htttp://stommel.tamu.edu/.../chueh-weng.ocean-waves.html

Riddle Poem

My mother the sea
My father the moon
I have millions of sisters
I die when I reach
the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt

Answer

Fu Chuan-Fu. "Ocean Waves." 20 April 1997. Picture. htttp://stommel.tamu.edu/.../chueh-weng.ocean-waves.html

Two Tone Poem

Part of me is a serene blue
enjoying life being content
like a feather in the ocean sky
soaring in the gentle current
being carefree and alive



I'm a green pare
with not a care
some days I don't comb my hair
and no it's not a dare
I just don't want to be fair
cuz I don't feel like coming out of my lair

Acronym Poem

Entertaining
Mature
Mellow
Accepting

Silly
Manic
Independent
Trusting
Honest