POETRY ROCKS eZine

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

Under my bed the monsters prowl and hunt and play

Under my bed clouds of dust float around blowing gusts of filthy air

Under my bed are stories to be found

Under my bed the adventures are ready to be embarked on

Under my bed lay dark mysteries

A vast wonderland

Under my bed is something scary,

Its almost reminds me of Uncle Larry,

I fear every night of going to sleep

Cause if I do it will grab my feet,

It will drag me under with its hand that is vile

And then escape will soon be futile,

It will slowly consume me,

Under the bed,

And then I fear I will be dead

I’m 6 years old my name is Ted

And until I’m older I will fear what’s under the bed.

As time fly’s by

Brutal past

Is it worth it

New beginnings

Questions in need of answers

The tears, the worries  

Crushed or up-lifting

At a high frozen speed

Like a staircase

Broken hearts