Here's some poems written by me to entertain you guys.
Some of you might get the hidden messages, some of you wouldn't.
But i love my kiddy poetry :D

Poem 1!

Lamenting Love
I think i'll never find the true meaning of love
Some say it carries you on the wings of doves
Others say its as comforting as gloves,
That protect you from soapy stuff.

Its described as the ray of light in a tunnel
Or like the precious residue in a filter funnel
There's no use to whine and grovel,
It comes to one like gold in a dirt shovel.

Love is blind, some proclaim
While others say these cliche sayings are lame
There are warnings that its a dangerous game,
Which always results in the pushing of blame.

Accept, Appreciate and Advocate it, say some
It rarely comes in its true form, says mum.

So what is it, like raisins and rum
In complementing flavours, or clashing ones?

Poem 2!

Waiting for you
Time trickles,
Temporaily tranced.
Thinking thoughts,
Tracing tomorrows.

Wishing it would pass me by.

Poem 3!

Mary Jane Webber
There was this girl named Mary Jane Webber,
Who really wished she had less blubber.
She looked like a whale,
Just without a tail
And even pills failed to rid her tyre.

Mary Jane wished she wasn't plain
Not quite contrary, nor like Spiderman's Jane.
She wished she wasn't associated with lambs
But rather, with strawberries and jam.

School was horrible for Mary Jane
She lived on hills and it always rained
Her peers thought she was queer,
And her teachers didn't see her as dear.

Her surname Webber made her sound like a duck,
Or a 'Webster' dictionary that ran out of luck
Thus no one remembered it except the school clerk.

For someone with a special name like Mary Jane Webber
She wasn't spared of troubles, like any other.

Poem 4! (note undertones)

'Tree' Christmasses
A christmas tree carries meaning and more,
Yet many dump it in the store.
'It takes up spaces of many types!'
Some say it comes with unnecessary lights.

The meaning of Chirstmas doesn't lie in pointy trees,
but rather, they say, in you and me.
We'll just celebrate it with Uncle Lee,
For China's economy, over maggie mee.

Trees eager to bring happiness are wrapped in linien,
The axing of traditions for what is deemed convinient.
We don't realise that by being fast demons,
That what we lose is as dangerous as cannons.

How can we let this happen in our century?
When traditions keep us grounded -
Its as disturbing as can be.

Poem 5!

Poker Dots
The Patterned continuity of these Dots,
Decievingly cyclical forsight bots.
How wrong could you go in the drawing of lots?

Perceived interpretations, comments and suggestions are welcome (:
I'm really into writing poetry nowadays.

Training tmr then meeting rach, elsa and elo :D