Taro1103's Not So BIG Book Of Poems.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 21, 2018

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The Dragon In The Hill.

 

There once was a dragon inside a large hill,

For sixty years strait he was sleeping quite still,

Until Thirteen dwarves and a hobbit came near,

And screaming from Laketown was all they could hear.

Thorin was very enchanted by gold,

Much more than any old folk tale had told,

So he locked himself in and addmired it all,

While a war had just started by his mountain so tall.

He finaly broke down his huge wall of stone,

And he battled to the death to protect his new throne,

At the end the ten dwarves and the hobbit were sad,

But because of the gold they were soon very glad.

The young hobbit left with a fourtenth of the gold,

But the dwarves and thier tales have yet to be told.


  INSPIRED BY " THE HOBBIT"

 

 

Oh Why, Oh Why, Did I

Ask For A Nothing

 

Oh why, oh why, did I ask for a nothing,

It seems quite pointless indeed,

I imagine I look very odd,

When i'm walking it down the street,

Oh why oh why did I ask for a nothing,

It seems quite silly indeed,

I imagine I look like a doofus,

When I trip over its invisible feet,

Oh well, oh well, i'm stuck with a nothing,

At least I know its a bear,

So maybe I could find it some other use, 

Like making it into a chair.

 

What Do You See Up High

In The Clouds

 

What do you see up high in the clouds,

I see a dog, you see a mime,

Clouds are so very interesting,

Because all of your visions are different from mine,

 What do you see up high in the clouds,

I see a bee, but you see a bear,

What do you see up high in the clouds,

I see a flower, and you see a chair,

What do you see up high in the clouds,

A bird, a plane, a bell that rings,

All you must do is look to the sky,

And you will see the most wonderfull things.

 

S.C.H.O.O.L.

 

Six: Half a dozen, 1 more than 5, 2 less than 8. # math!

Crule: Mean, bad, punishing.

Hours: Sixty minutes, 24 in a day.

Of: I don't really know what to say for this one??

Our: Mine, yours, his, hers.

Lives: The time we spend alive, the only thing i'm missing ( a life )

 

Living In A Dream

 

Sometimes I wish that I lived in my dreams,

But then I remamber those terrible things,

Like the creepy old bell,

That endlessly rings,

Sometimes I wish that I lived in my dreams,

But then I remamber those terrible things,

Like the pail little girl,

That endlessly sings,

One night I prayed and I endlessly hoped,

To relive my dreams that were good as a pope,

My prayeres had been heard, but heard very wrong,

And now i'm stuck with a girl singing her song,

So i'll warn you, and warn you, and warn you again,

Dont ever wish that you lived in your dreams!!!!!  :(

 

I Just Died Of Boredom

 

I just died of boredom,

While I was doing math,

I feel my mind is drifting,

I feel my soul uplifting,

I just died of boredom, 

While I was doing science,

I feel my mind is drifting,

I feel my soul uplifting,

Now it's time for recess,

Now it's time for recess,

I feel my mind returning,

I feel my soul returning,

I just died of boredom, 

While I was doing math,

I feel my mind is drifting,

I feel my soul uplifting,

I just died of boredom, 

While I was doing science,

I feel my mind is drifting,

I feel my soul uplifting,

Now it's time for recess,

Now it's time for recess,

I feel my mind returning,

I feel my soul returning.

 

 

THERE WILL BE MORE, I JUST HAVEN'T WRITEN IT YET.

HOPEFULLY BY THE TIME YOU READ THIS THERE WILL

BE MORE STORIES TO READ. 

P.S. IT IS CURRANTLY MARCH 21, 2018.


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