Brush this weather
With feeble powder;
Smooth a sky
With silver chalk.
Face no fear
Hate no death,
Wash a tired eye
And see a warm smile.
Rule no sun
And trick no thunder.
Yesterday will name a star;
And Day will circle
A sky so soft.
To tell you the truth, this poem has no meaning at all. Well, possibly if you were to put on your super duper imaginary thinking cap, but other than that..nada. It was actually a challenge-based poem where we were given a whole crap of words and you had to make a poem out of any of those words listed.
And that's what I came up with. It was pretty hard. Especially since there were little plurals to work with. e__e
So your new ha..., great job.
I guess it's pretty creative, but I can't say much since I can't decipher a meaning behind it.
So why did you choose the title Chemical Record if it has no meaning at all??
I don't like leaving any of my writing works untitled. So I made that one up in about....three seconds.
The whole poem itself is like a Dada. I just picked out random words and put them together.
i kinda like it it lets me come up with my own meaning!!
haha a newbee
ha*does a funni dance while pionting and laughing*
he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he
ok uve had enogh of me now!! have fun postin!!
:) impresive nice work good job :thumb: