writing Just a quick poem, couldn't think of a title

[ZomBrony 347]

Here I am, I sit today

Oh so far, so far away

It's here I think aback

To my younger days, the simpler ones

You all know them

Before these days, I always wonder

What is it

That I could've done better?

I wonder so long and oh so often About these things and

It's quite horrific, some times were bad

And some were sad

But I too remember, the ones that were better

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Kinda sounds like a song. Good work^^

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I like it a lot. Fine writing there champ.

[ZomBrony 347]

I came up with another one and school today and think I'll keep adding to this topic. If it sounds kind of famililar that's becuase they're supposed to. And I came up with a title for this one.

 

The things I've done

 

Here it is, I sit again

Still thinking, still wondering

As I oh so often do

But today anew

I start to see

All the smaller things

Like birds singing and the breeze

From all around

It is now I think

About present and future

About what I can do, about what I will

I ask myself

And though I know

'Tis not discovered

Those things be.

So now I chill, perhaps relax

And think upon

The things I've done

 

And one I came up with on my way home from school thinking about how close summer vacations is, I doubt this one will be as long and I don't like it as much, but, gotta give it a shot right?

 

Another day has past

 

Another day

Of school has past

And this close to summer

I begin to wonder

What is it that I will do?

There's games

And family

And friends coming over

And although I know that all will be good

I can't help myself

And again I wonder

What is it that I could do wrong

Break some games? Lose them?

Family conflicts? Non-loving fights?

And then there is my friends, I worry the most

For I have so few to boast

What if I go wrong and lose them?

The only 2 I have?

And that gets me wondering

What else will ther be to do?

No friends, bad family, broken games

Oh so many banes that could become

Although I also know

It's rare these things will happen

For now am I older, a brony, more mature

So few things that remain so wrong

And yet so many things that could be...

 

(That ended up a lot deeper and longer then I expected)

 

Seeing no new posts saddens me

 

But I'll still add today's poem. I'm not as happy with this one because it doesn't come together as smooth because I didn't have proper inspiration, though I did expand it a bit when adding it to my poetry document.

 

Memories of Kindness

 

Do you ever think back?

I do, and now is a time

I think back to what I did

Wheter that be good or bad

And doing so, I remember

When I was young.

It was simpler then, I as well

And I recall

All my firsts

List them need not

For now is remembrance

The colours seemed brighter

The people were kinder

But now, in my teen years

There is more, so much more

Like more things to do

More people to meet

More thoughts to think

And still, much much more

I attempt to recall my memories

And though I try, none come to mind

Of people being kind

As they once were

I know there are kind ones

But the numbers are few

Of all those kind

I know they're out there

But where I do not

They must be, somewhere to hide

Edited May 15, 2012 by ZomBrony

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Dude, that's REALLY good!

 

You really have some good flow in the writing.