My Poems By: Andrew

Catch!

Me and my father

Throw the ball with my dog held by the collar

Nothing to bother us,

He throws a leather ball

So far that I fly, but then I fall.

A ball as strong as an ox

Imprisoned in my glove, but

I throw it over the field

And it looks like it wheeled Into the glove, it is

Catapulted back at me

Going as fast as light, It whizzed and hit the ground

Now green, I throw It above the sky it

Does a whoosh and kaboom!

Into the glove

Ode to VIdeo Games

An electronic circuit

But do not overwork it

It can be so fun If you play with someone

It has been made into a sport

Possibly it could be a game about an airport

For some people they die without it

It is like falling into an endless pit

This is something anyone can enjoy

You can even play as a cowboy

If soccer is what you like

You can do that too but I like the motor bike

Hopefully you have been informed

And you brainstormed

On what you want to play

And don't cheat, obey.

Ancestors

Quote-Some men by ancestry are only the shadow of a mighty name

A warlord or general

Such mighty titles, chanted

About in a tavern. But only

Great men can claim such names

But now, their sons are but

A ghost, a disgrace, dishonoring

Them, the once great men.

Forest Fire

In the growing fire

A majestic tree falls down

The fire spreads like wind

Animals screech for help now

As hot as the sun it grows

The Ocean

As blue as the sky

The waves are monumental

Creatures are jumping

Sharks lurk and prowl in the night

Hope the animals steer, clear

War

War,

Hope,

Freedom,

It will end

But until then, fight

Full fathom five

Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes:

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them,--ding-dong, bell.

-William Shakespeare

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

-Langston Hughes

Credits:

Created with images by NATT-at-NKM - "Robert Pocock's Handwriting" • timtak - "basball glove with shadow" • T_Tide - "circuit circuit board resistor" • janeb13 - "bison cave of altamira prehistoric art" • skeeze - "wildfire forest fire" • Tommie Hansen - "The lonely house in San Sebastian, Spain" • 226926 - "soldier war normandy" • tonynetone - "William Shakespeare" • cdrummbks - "everyman's poetry: langston hughes"

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