Written By: D. Collins 6/12/24
Bling, bling icy things won't get us anywhere.
They're given to show someone we really care.
The bigger the bling is the love we get back.
The larger the things is how we show our grat.
They come in many flavors, both hard and soft.
From 20-karat diamonds to just getting off.
People will play any game for their icy things.
Stoop to any level, well outside the fringe.
Some of it may be pretty, bordering beautiful.
Sucking in good people like us country folk.
We have seen Blood Diamonds and what it brings.
A disregard for man above those icy things.
Categories:
grat, perspective,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
I was trying to rhyme the fun word category
When a head and a hat became a hat-a-story.
Suddenly a gentle lad was a grat-a-Cory.
And falling on his nose made a good flat-a-nory.
So is skat-a-lory in another category?
Categories:
grat, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
jessykah king
Moms they are so cool. in the summer they always let us go to the pool.she
maks us a goood team.
she maks us all beam . she is a grat mom. the gratist mom in the world
jessykah king
10/13/97
Categories:
grat, mother,
Form: Rhyme
Red rose of thy heart's slow dying garden,she hath shown me the sharpest
thorn.
I lay now among weeds and flowers deciesed in the wake of Autumn.
A spring flower hath drawn her eye and I am left to bleed and decay.
How will you wash the blood from your hands sweet beautiful rose?
How do you forget a grat love with such ease?
For she hath swept me aside as dead leaves in summer.
Chances wasted...I loathe in silnce.
Soon enough I will break down.
Soon enough I will blow far away in the winds of the storm inside.
She will be left with nothing to know me by except for the stains forever in her
grasp.
You will never wash the blood away.
You will never wash your hands of me...
Categories:
grat, death, me, me,
Form: I do not know?