The Book of Poems by Jayson Orra (scary books to read TXT) 📕

Cheasy Lyric Poems about Poems

A poem is like a gateway, except to another world. To open, to reveal the mind. As you read it and understand it, you pass below the golden arch of words. These words helped you pass from a strict and gray world to one better and so beautiful. You want that gateway to close behind you forever.

I say, Someday

I say

someday

that I shall walk

 

walk the beaches of Oregon

with my mom on the right

and my brother with me.

 

Filling the night with laughter

as I stare into the midnight sun

my family with me

 

on the beaches of Oregon

with my mom on the right

and my brother with me

I'm Not Crazy

people think I’m crazy.

you think i’m crazy, too

 

well i must. warn yoU!

i have coNNections

with people far ABOVE!

your humen government!

i aM sure that they,

 

they, they, they, they,

would be happy to

clean up any mesS!

 

Why do you lokk at

me like that.

do Iintimidate you, you?

 

I assure you, though

I’M NOT CRAZY!

The Dark Side of all Gardeners

I am a contract killer

I kill for money and pleasure

I will only kill in a multitude

for it is good.

 

I charge a large amount

for their blood to soak my feet

the cleaning is pretty messy,

but the pay is good.

 

bomb-de bomb-de bomb-de bomb

 

their bodies litter the ground

they stare blindly as I trample them under

I cut them down with a single blow!

the bigger they are the longer they bleed

 

The sweet smell of their blood

follows only me

I wear their tiny bodies

for a reminder of what I do.

 

bomb-de bomb-de bomb-de bomb

 

I am your wost nightmare

for what I do is cut your grass

 

bomb-de bomb-de bomb-de BOOM!

heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. . .

The Thing with Peas

In a time of great sorrow, a hero rises to a challenge of peas. In this mock epic poem, a hero must travel to a party through high mountains, and deep pools

 

Act 1

In any manner of life

we always come to a

challenging difficulty,

peas

 

One mighty hero lived alone.

he lived in a cottage near the

sea, and but one day, he set out

for a journey to a party

 

In that journey he came to a

vigorous task, he was on a summit,

you see, and there before him

was pea in the snow.

 

He said but one word, why;

he did what only one man could do,

he scooped those peas, now green

with envy, and threw them away in

a random trash can, then he set off.

 

Finally he arrived, he was tired

but alive, but alas it was not over

for one villainous child,

with a madglint in his eye,

threw peas in the pool.

 

"There are peas in the pool" somebody

shouted somebody said.

everyone jumped

out for they, being so naive,

thought there was pee in the pool

 

our hero, so valiant and wise, jumped

into the heart of the pool, so deep

that his hand broke, but he fished those

peas out!

 

Forever, our hero's name shall be remembered

in the archives of a great and ruling

newspaper.

Wildfire

We are but a flame

you and I

 

burning strong

in the silence

of this pressing darkness

 

In our greed, we burn like wildfire.

In great multitudes,

multitudes more can only stop us.

 

But alone, a single flame

we are easily put out

 

with a drop of rain

or puff of smoke

 

We are only a flame

you and I

 

burning strong

in the hour of this

present darkness

An Epitaph

People think, that when we die

we come to terms with nothing

If only they knew

 

Remember what I say

We live to fight another day!

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Publication Date: 05-30-2013

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