tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37959425616800185782011-07-07T23:35:07.492-07:00Poetry about everything, and nothing......Lainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151667529799893706noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795942561680018578.post-80457455021528770202009-12-02T13:48:00.001-08:002009-12-02T13:53:04.694-08:00The are a hundered butterflies and birds,<div>Fluttering inside me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3795942561680018578-8045745502152877020?l=lainspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151667529799893706noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795942561680018578.post-37212811808629672202009-12-01T19:05:00.000-08:002009-12-01T19:07:32.143-08:00Autumn is such a strange season.<div>It masks death with beauty.</div><div>Just when it becomes the most beautiful...</div><div>That beauty can only last for a day,</div><div>Then slowly,</div><div>Death comes.</div><div>Death turns the landscape into a colorless world<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;">.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3795942561680018578-3721281180862967220?l=lainspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151667529799893706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795942561680018578.post-47500489779097044172009-12-01T14:36:00.000-08:002009-12-01T19:09:43.862-08:00November is a rainy dreary month<div>Who all seem to dread</div><div><br /></div><div>It drips and drips and drips</div><div>Upon all our heads</div><div><br /></div><div>It is bleak and brown</div><div>Dark and Dim</div><div><br /></div><div>Making our thoughts </div><div>Gloomy and Grim</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3795942561680018578-4750048977909704417?l=lainspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151667529799893706noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795942561680018578.post-22619251103052087412009-10-29T09:54:00.000-07:002009-10-29T10:19:37.658-07:00<div><i>(Note: I normally do not write poems that rhyme, but I thought I would give it a try, tell me what you think.)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>There are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">explosions</span> of color,</div><div>The trees are giving their all,</div><div>They are pressing themselves <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">further</span>,</div><div>Before their leaves fall.</div><div><br /></div><div>For this is there last chance</div><div>To show what makes beauty, beautiful</div><div>It puts the beholder in a trance</div><div>The trees are quite dutiful</div><div>To this act that makes life all the more so beautiful.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is a sad season</div><div>In which trees give up their leaves</div><div>For it is the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">reason</span></div><div>That the cold wind and weather both become <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thieves</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>The trees shall lie naked</div><div>Until the sweet breeze of spring,</div><div>Which is oh so sacred</div><div>Blows and makes the trees sing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Life shall begin again</div><div>Things shall go on.</div><div>Trees will once again attain</div><div>The life they thought was forever gone. </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3795942561680018578-2261925110305208741?l=lainspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151667529799893706noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795942561680018578.post-67458654163217733062009-10-28T15:30:00.000-07:002009-10-28T15:33:10.400-07:00(<i>If you noticed, this poem is also used as my description on my profile, I hope you like it!)</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Sometimes the world seems to be spinning slower.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">You</span> are waiting</div><div>Holding your breath.</div><div>Watching as time goes by...</div><div>Then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">suddenly</span> something happens...</div><div>Something that makes your world faster.</div><div>You are suddenly flying.</div><div>Soaring</div><div>Nothing can touch you. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3795942561680018578-6745865416321773306?l=lainspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151667529799893706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795942561680018578.post-40054856855086685772009-10-28T15:27:00.000-07:002009-10-28T15:30:02.626-07:00Dawns breath is sweet and clean,<div>Yet it still holds some of the past evenings chill.</div><div>Which is soon to be replaced by days warm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">embrace</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dawns light is soft and subtle,</div><div>Yet it wakes all that it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">touches</span>.</div><div>It reminds them of the day to come,</div><div>All the things yet to be done.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3795942561680018578-4005485685508668577?l=lainspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151667529799893706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795942561680018578.post-40021391631749276002009-10-28T15:24:00.000-07:002009-10-28T15:25:46.483-07:00The cold hands of night are grasping at the air,<br />Trying to take hold of it,<br />Slowly winning the fight,<br />As it always does.<br /><br /><div>It's darkness is creeping in,<br />So slowly,<br />And with such stealth,<br />You don't even relies that it is dark until you take a second look.<br /><br /></div><div>The birds are all singing their fair well parting songs,<br />Not only to the day, but to the Days of June<br />It is their last song to grace June till another year has past.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3795942561680018578-4002139163174927600?l=lainspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151667529799893706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795942561680018578.post-88538553282379678422009-10-28T14:57:00.000-07:002009-10-28T15:00:58.278-07:00There is a silent river,<div>That lives inside of us.</div><div>It twists and turns</div><div>At every thought hope and dream.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bulbing with ideas,</div><div>Ready to spill forth.</div><div>Eroding itself into our heart</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shaping</span> our lives.</div><div><br /></div><div>Changing the person we are...</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3795942561680018578-8853855328237967842?l=lainspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151667529799893706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795942561680018578.post-64186935693508176852009-10-28T14:53:00.000-07:002009-10-28T14:56:04.576-07:00I created this blog to post all my poetry on. I really like to write, and am fairly good at it, so I thought "Why not create a blog so that others can read it????" Well here it is, and I really hope you like it, and enjoy it. If you do, PLEASE comment. I always like to know when my work is appreciated. Thanks,<div><br /></div><div>Lain</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3795942561680018578-6418693569350817685?l=lainspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151667529799893706noreply@blogger.com0