A room of secrets of stories unknown.
Little happiness and joy that I own.
In this room, I have lived and grown.
About it I'll never complain and groan.
In the vast world, I may have flown.
But I'll remember this room where I found my tone
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:10 PM UTC
I wanted the bad guys to become good,
for them to stop cutting down woods,
for them to stop treating creatures as goods,
For them to stop getting the animal's "hoods".
However, no, they never stop,
not even when you call a cop.
Seeing blood sticky,like a melted lollipop,
I just couldn't help for my tears to drop.
I am the one who stopped, stoped that yearning.
About what they did, I only want to know to learn.
For nature nothing, can wipe out my concern.
To punish the bad guys, that's what I want to earn.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:32 PM UTC
Except water what else run?
It's blood, warm as the heat of the sun.
All you know about life is water and flood.
But for animals their veins are filled with blood.
Blood, why is it a symbol of death?
It's life, in every living breath.
It's color vivid ,crimson red.
Like ripe berries,,where birds are fed.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 9:56 PM UTC
In the woods, they run as crew,
swift as the wind, under skies so clear and blue.
Eyes bright, what's ahead they view,
together strong, no fear they knew.
Fur sleek,like night's own hue,
Claws sharp eyes like beads of dew.
As one, they howl, a song so true,
They ran and their paws flew,
they let their courage grew,
Against the wind that blew
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 8:01 PM UTC
A tuft of fluffy gray,
a running dog in May.
You tried to go stray,
pick a ball to play.
You have run away,
but you also want to stay.
That's Floppy my dog let me say,
I want you to be with me every day.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:54 PM UTC
It's a young dog, I can see.
It's wounds sting, more than bees.
He sat so still under the tree.
His dark eyes filled with plea.
Sadly, I cannot bring him home.
However, I don't want him to roam.
I only took, a tissue and wiped off foam.
Light in his eyes brighter than when fur combed.
I know it's just a small thing.
I know I can't stop the wounds' sting
I know the young dog has a long way in spring.
But maybe, a little hope for him, I did bring.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
So soft and tender like a cloud.
Your creamy filling stands proud.
Delicious, but not that loud.
You are special and apart from the crowd.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 3:31 AM UTC
Plip plop, plip plop,
it's the singing raindrops.
Raindrops,raindrops ,
bouncing in skip hops.
Plip flop, plip flop,
fish are doing flip flops.
Raindrops raindrops,
falling on my lollipop
Plip plop , plip plop ,
falling on the tree tops.
Raindrops ,raindrops,
in a while they wouldn't stop.
On the pavement, it made puddles.
In the lake, it made the ducks huddle.
In the pavilion, it made the cards muddel.
In the meadow, it made the flowers ruddle.
They left, the grey clouds.
The rain became less loud.
Lightning went, no longer proud.
And the thunder no longer shouts.
Oh, here comes out the sun.
The puffy clouds like steam buns.
The sodden people stop their run.
Look at the rainbow, it's so much fun!
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 8:52 PM UTC
Oh, do you hear bird song?
That's nature's heartbeat.
Oh, do you feel a chilly wind?
That's nature's cold breath.
Oh ,do you see a lush forest?
That's nature's strong lungs.
Oh ,do you see a colorful sunset?
That's nature's gentle hues.
Oh ,do you see the sparkling dew?
That's nature's happy tears.
Oh,do you hear laughter echoing?
That's nature's jingling bells.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
Like a twilight sky falling to ground,
like violet cups of perfect round.
You bloom with your sisters and brothers.
Clinging on the ivy, which is your mother.
Your petals so tender in the evening air,
you work with the others in perfect pairs.
Draped in flowers of purple and white,
in the night , sparkling was starlight.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC