Welcome to the World of White, my new Topic filled (I hope) with poems I will write myself. I really hope you like them, because though most are random, some are from the heart.

cool, it's a great idea to create your own threads, like your own room for each poem. Great job

Morning and Night

In the morning
I'm awake
It's early
The sun breaks
Over the sky
My spirits
Fly high

It's night
I'm asleep
The moon shines
Across the floor
My spirits
Still soar

The beauty of the night
The happy of the day
If only sleep and work
Didn't get in the way!
~Maryam(C)

Fear

Who is talking to me
This person who I cannot see?
Who is speaking in my ear
Someone I can only hear?
How did they find me, what do they know?
What should I do, and where should I go?
I have an idea; stay quiet and slow and
Calm, and sort out all these fears...
"Who" is probably harmless to me
But " who " could be anyone, you see -
You see why I ask
Who talks to me?

Pretty

Pretty is
Royally lovely
Especially charming
Tons of good
Think too much of pretty
You can't say you would.

Prince Charming

Do you
Have
A Prince Charming?
A Sleeping Beauty perhaps?
A guy who charms
A Beauty who does not know you?

Awaken the beauty from her sleep,
Find the guy with the charm
Make sure he comes to no harm

If these two fairytales do not see you -

At least make your new dreams come true -
Live happily ever after, I command you to.

Friendship

A Friend who you will always keep
A person who'll help in trouble deep
Someone you met in the grocery store
Someone you have with fun galore.

Worlds are peaceful, calm, and good
When they 'come friends, just as they should.

Friendship makes the world a better place
Makes humans a worthy race -
Though arguments these friends may face -
They'll be overcome, gone without a trace.

Double posting isn't allowed, but you're an admin anyway

You wrote these poems? Cool.

Double-posting's not allowed? Ohh sorry! And wow, I'm an admin! *I didn't know!* In the future, I'll edit then. But I'm glad you liked the poems! Thank you!

Don't worry, double posting shouldn't be illegal in this story section, it makes the thread feels like a storybook. Great job Maryam and don't give up.

I won't! I'm glad you like these poems!


Dreams
by "Adora"

Do you ever ever wonder
What you're going to be?
I mean as an adult -
Life filled with opportunity.

Do you intend to be a worker
In a submarine in the sea?
Or maybe a pilot high above
To smile down on that same sea,

Or maybe you have another dream
To fly higher, no longer in the world,
To soar across the empty blackness
Of the endless thing called Space?

That is my dream; to be the explorer
Of the murky seas
Of bits of rock, and mystery worlds
That float across the sea of Space

But that is my dream; what about yours?
Are yours the ambitious dreams
That lead to great discoveries of the human race?
Or are yours far simpler, simple yet sweet
To look into his or her shining face
To look into the face of that tiny little thing
That you have made?
To laugh along with friends, not a care in the world
But to have them laughing, laughing along?

The dreams of ambition are yes, good and strong.
Without them, where would we be now?
But without love, where would be belong?
Neither ambitious nor loving, as the animals of the earth

Both dreams are good, both dreams are sweet
But tell me, what would your dream be ?

whoa, that's beautiful
My dream is to become a videogame programmer or designer. My other dream is to become a website designer and even work in a team to earn money that way.

They say dreams never do come true..
But they are wrong, I say they do
I dream of violence, I dream of hurt
I dream of children, they live in dirt
I dream of you, I dream of me
I dream of how this was never meant to be
I dream of my feelings, I dream of my thoughts
I dream of these things, I dream of them lots
I dream of my loved ones, I dream of the dead
I dream of these thoughts, exploding my head
I dream of you yelling, I dream of you crying
I dream of you hiding, I dream of you lying
I dream of you hurting, I dream of you shutting me out of your life
I dream of the of the only one I can trust, I dream of my knife.
They say dreams never do come true,
But they are wrong, I say they do.

and the most sad thing about this is that it is coming true and it is REAL

I call my poem Reality .:Tyler:.

She wanted to play the piano,
But her hands couldn't reach the keys.
When her hands could finally reach the keys,
Her feet couldn't reach the floor.
When her hands could finally reach the keys,
And her feet could reach the floor,
She didn't want to play that ol' piano anymore.

I didn't make this poem but I thought I would share it with you because I thought it was great

and yes I did double post but life is life and it'll pass over but I already know this wont be over
but because I like to boast, I got away with making a double post!

XD