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Nov 2012 · 400
I do love those limericks
A dog sits on his bed
Lightly resting his head
The boy then shouts
The dog freaks out
"Don't do that!" His mother then said

There once was a man named Kate
And of course that name he did hate
So he changed it to Jane
A much manlyer name
But still Jane was Kate to his mates
Two of my limericks from a while back
(Because manlyer is totally a word)
Nov 2012 · 409
The Abyss
Silence
A drip
The noise echoes throughout
Off each wall it flies
Striking my ears each time it passes

Darkness
A flash
The light screams out
Shining of each moist, moss covered wall
Lighting my surroundings for an instant

Nothing
A surface
My hand slides over the damp stone
I feel I know where I am

No emotion
Fear
My feet slip and I feel myself slide
No telling how far I will fall

Warmth
Cold
I feel my feet slip into the subterranean lake
The freezing temperature overcomes me

Light
Darkness
The water envelopes me
No way to find the surface

No way to find air
My hands reach out
Darkness

Darkness
A dark little poem
Apologies to anyone that requires them
Nov 2012 · 344
My first follower
Many thanks for demonstrating
My poems at least have a rating
It may not be high
But there is one (no lie)
So this poem I now am creating
A little limerick to commemorate my first follower
Nov 2012 · 329
The Plague
The trees stand proud above the ground
And people stand below
Up in the air without a care
Those people never know

The snow will fall, white trees stand tall
The people below will freeze
Towering like nobles above it all
The people detest their ease

Giant and grand those trees do stand
The hatred begins to rise
The men demand to have command
And trees meet their demise

Towers of smoke, the trees will choke
Rising higher and taller each day
The burning hate the sight does create
As The fire devours its prey

Years fly past, trees gone at last
All it's fuel is burnt
The trees fell fast, just a thing of the past
The men move on nothing learnt

Upon the ground where trees stood proud
Sit only death and fear
Without a sound nor life to be found
No life returned back here

The snow did fall but no trees stand tall
Still only rotting stumps
No trace of flowers or green leaves at all
Only frozen clumps
My first poem on here
I wrote it today after seeing some logging in a forest
I hope you all enjoy

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