Poems from Bonesgibson93
Bed Dreams
Ah bed so soft and warm
I love to jump and play
In a feathery swarm
Every night and day
For a bed is a place that’s fun
Now if...
Why Roses?
Why do we give roses to our loves?
Roses wither and die
They prick us like a knife left in the sink
After they die they begin to...
The Bell Rings
The bell rings
We take our seats
And care not for beings
Who we can beat
The Bell rings
We all scurry for the door
But joy...
The Hunter’s Dilemma
The hunter is a proud person
Proud of where he comes from
Proud of what he does
And proud of what he has done.
But a...
One, two, three
Step on me
four, five, six
Grab some sticks
seven, eight, nine
Now you're mine
ten, eleven, twelve
See you all in hell.