The Voice

Along with my two other friends, I've successfully completed writing a ballad. Although it requires a lot more editing, here's how it goes...
Whilst riding me horse,
I hear a precious tone.
Hear an enthralling voice.
I stop startled.
Turn me horse 'round,
To follow the irresistible melody.
I come closer to see,
A beautiful maiden,
Dressed in pearl green.
Singing thy song,
Whilst picking berries.
Then I know,
How it feels,
To be encaptured by
One's love and beauty
I get down me horse,
In a trance of fascination.
I stand mesmerized,
Wanting to speak,
I stumble forward,
Taking a breath,
To say four words,
In the enchanting moment.
All of a sudden,
Four men appear from the woods,
Gag the maiden,
And within a flash,
Took the lady away.
I run to me horse
In shock and despair,
To chase the men,
Who took love away.
The minutes that followed,
I fought the men,
Just like Trevelyan,
And took my love with me.
At last I say the four words,
"Will you marry me?"
- 'The Voice' by Summer, Anjali and Sharon

I LIKE THAT STUFF.

The following poem contains a pattern. Guess whether you can guess?
Crunchy oatmeal cookies,
Yummy pound cake.
Chocolate coated strawberries,
Large veggie sandwiches.
Deliciously cooked pasta,
Tasty pepperoni pizza.
Spicy red chicken,
Store bought cereal.
Mom's homemade lasagna,
Mouthwatering licorice.
BOY OH BOY!
I LOVE THAT STUFF!

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In case any of you have guessed, it's a lame pattern I know, but the thing is in the poem, two sentences are paired. And in these two sentences, the food items start with the same letter. Yeah. That's sorta it.

A Father-Daughter Thing

sitting on my dad's lap,
listening while he reads me a story,
laughing while he makes silly faces,
shouting while he tickles me.
now,
i sit next to him
thinking about those days,
the days of beautiful memories

A Haiku, Tanka and Cinquain

The Haiku : Memories

Laughing and Playing

Sitting on my daddy's lap

Memories of mine

A Tanka : Rainbows

An arch in the sky

Seven different colors

So very beautiful

When the rain and sunlight meet

A magnificent rainbow

A Cinquain : Nicky, the best dog ever

Barking

Hyperactive

Licking me with her love

With me and for me forever

Nicky

bobos

Back in eighth grade, I made up this new religon namely, 'Bobo'. Which I promise to explain further later. But the reason I brought this up was because Questa happened to write a poem about me named, 'bobo'. This poem, again, is full of inside jokes, so you may be like, "Okay. What did I just read?". But for the people who get the jokes, it is quite sweet. ---
bobo
Who uses BOBO
Anyway?
.dancing
sprigofsunshine.
.twirling
rainbowstreak.
.strangest
spiralledcircle.
That's who. ---

Just try to put your metaphorical brain to use, and you might actually decode this poem. Of course, it's very pretty. Thanks Questeeeee :)

The Metaphor Master

Yes, I've not been blogging lately cause I have a whole bunch of things to do. Believe me, my life's like a PB&J sandwich now. Totally jam packed. However, my friend, Alicia and me did find time to squeeze in a little time to write a poem about our very unique Questa. The poem's not very poetic but it sure does describe Questa. But...WARNING : The poem contains 85% of inside jokes and hidden metaphors and very wrong grammar, so be very careful people. Here it goes:
The Metaphor Master
as artistic as Da Vinci
as bunny as a bibliography
as cool as a coconut
as dillybee as dillyweed
as extemporaneous as a jackal
as fun as fruit salad
as goodie-goodie like Santa
as happy as Bob
as inky as an inkball
as jolly as Willy Wonka
as kindle as kindle
as limericky as an Australian
as metaphorical as a frog
as neverending as her middle names
as optimistic as a bumblebee
as pessimistic as an iguana
as quiet as a whisper
as rowdy as a snail
as splendid as the Jo Bros
as terrifical as a skyscraper
as ultaa-pultaa as a rolie-polie
as velocity as a cheetah
as womanly wishful
as x-tremely extreme as a business woman
as yo yo as a gangster (dude, it's opposite day)
as zamboree as a zambormaster
BY : Wine and Pig The Greats (Our Pen Names)

So, how was it? Most probably, your reaction must be, "EHH? What is that supposed to be?". Well, truth is... it is quite bad. But you see, that's just cause it's a based on a bunch of inside jokes. Which I cannot really explain. *sighs* Oh well, next time I post a poem, I'll remember to make it very poetic and grammatical.