new dawn

[cacian]

to rain the fade
sun the shade
wind the wave
and sky the layle
birds swage
to pastures and planes
airs settle
and sail
to pure and reign
earth mail
to oasis
and glade
water fresh
grass drench
pollen trench
to a new dawn
and scent
glorious is friend
to men and den
is nature at lend

[Adolescent09]

A challenge? I see! Allow me to retort:

I stack a rack atop a rack
I carry affirmative action on my back
I smooch off the success of others 'cuz I'm black
I deal with dope with the hope of obtaining crack
Wit is something I overtly lack
When I go to school, weed leaves are what I pack,
I'm seriously sick of ending every line with "ack"
Do you notice I don't really give a fack?

[cacian]

LOL I like this it sounds as it reads. It really is magical. I like poetry that sounds you could almost see it as you read it. There is movement in poetry and it is aesthetically gratifying.;)
These opening lines are achingly ravishing LOL :p

I stack a rack atop a rack
I carry affirmative action on my back
I smooch off the success of others 'cuz I'm black

[osho]

Run and rock
When there is a knock
There is great pluck
And every now and then you shock
Coming with bucks of thoughts
Driving away dullness of droughts
When you come up with a rhyme
I do not find it a crime
I give it a valuable dime
Since there is a sonorous chime
Do not lock up in pit of rule
The world is not only for a stingy mole
Rock cacain rock
Shock cacain shock
knock cacain knock
Cause you only have the pluck
Don not give it a F

[cacian]

osho that is indeed a great piece :thumbsup:
I enjoyed this very much and thank you for introducing to your new style. There is a lot of energy emanating from this piece :)

[osho]

osho that is indeed a great piece :thumbsup:
I enjoyed this very much and thank you for introducing to your new style. There is a lot of energy emanating from this piece :)

I am shocked when you rocked me with your plucky words and chubby commendations. I am a baby mole can find space only in a small soul. You are dripping me with hope and I will not hang myself with a homicidal rope. I can rock with you and give my poetry a little clue. That the planet is not only for the perfect few but also I, Tom, Harry and you.