POETRY ROCKS eZine

Within these walls

Psychotically plotting escape

From the haze he dissipates

After the rain….

After the rain, tears were not shed

After the rain, a new beginning came

After the rain, the sorrow had washed away

After the rain, there was no sadness

After the rain, there we sat

After the rain, we still remained…. But soaked to the bone

Under my bed there are monsters.
Under my bed there is a witch!
Under my bed is very scary!
Under my bed there is a cat.
Under my bed there is a pair of old bunny slippers.
Under my bed there is a dog.
Under my bed there is a book.
Under my bed my cats sleep.
Under my bed there are pictures.
Under my bed it is very dark!
Under my bed there is candy!
Under my bed is very silly!
Under my bed is my little world!
Under my bed is where I like to be!

Written by Jillian

Under my bed there is a monster
Under my bed there is a dead rat from a cat
Under my bed there is some pizza
Under my bed I found Santa.

Written by Alex

Under my bed… Dust does collect
Under my bed… What will I find next?
Under my bed… An adventurous place
Under my bed… My parent’s disgrace
Under my bed… Old things and treasures
Under my bed… More like parent’s displeasures
Under my bed… Get the dustpan and broom
Under my bed… Time to clean the dark of my room!!!

Written by Roxy

After the rain the birds always sing
After the rain the grass starts to cling
After the rain we clean as we should
After the rain we wonder if we could
After the rain everything is green
After the rain it always seems
After the rain they smile with glee
After the rain all the colours came out

Written by Mykaela

Under my bed I find dust.
Under my bed I find money.
Under my bed I find the letter I was going to send to my girl friend.
Under my bed I found my life.
Under my bed I found hope.

Written by Justin

Red White Black politics,

The hand commands,

Salute your people,

To death they march,

No mercy,

Restoration of the Aryan race failed,

Presservation of the pure breed lost,

Führer falls depression comes…

Country colapsed,

14/88,

Death marches over the field of metal and rubble,

View of destruction and corruption in every angle.

Soft silky sand is stained with the blood of the willed,

Minutes ago the gun shots, bombs, explosions, screams, cries of help filled the air.

They thought they were the superiors of the human race,

Grits and grinds of teeth, shaking legs, nervousness, loss of profit,

Greed.

The battle was merely funded and command by a circle of businessmen,

Their thoughts and opinion were like the words of god.

Meaningless, nothing.

There was the sparkling shine on street pavement,
Like the sun on a Monday morning.
After the rain
The trees were shining with joy,
Their leaves were nice and pure.
After the rain
It was a new beginning,
After the rain.
Everythng was new
After the rain

Written by Maharaja