The Bush by AG

In my backyard I have a bush
the branches look like they are weeping.
But that is fake, I go there while
my parents are in bed, still sleeping

And when I get there, I watch out
for there are branches all around.
Though yes, I know, it's simply dawn,
the birds don't make a single sound.

For half an hour I am the queen
of all the trees and bushes near my hours.
Deep down I know I love this bush,
but I'll be quiet as a mouse.

Nobody knows about this place.
And when they find out, they will be hushed.
I cannot spread my special thing,
it is none other than my bush.

Water by CM

I was on boat,
In a lake,
Waves lapping at the sides.

The sky was gray,
Stormy.

A raging storm was under way.

The waves lapped,
Hungry.

I was far away from shore.

Then there was a white cap,
Then there was water.

Nothing more.

A Metaphor Poem and Police File Case On Cat For Eating His Own Donut!!!! by SP

A Metaphor Poem

Mountain Of Milk. You are soft but not hard. Why? We climb up to you and you feel hard. Solid
to a liquid and back and forth it goes

Where would a mountain of milk go. As you are so hard. The outside is hard the inside is soft
you know what I mean Mount Christoff? You have the best sights, people make art of you.
You are acknowledged but not enough. Why o mountain do we think you are so rough.Are
blizzards and heat waves not enough? Mountain of milk you are truly soft. Not on the outside
but on the inside. You let Gutzon Borglum carve men into you. Did they ever say thank you?
You are kind, o Mountain of Milk 

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Police Files Case On Cat! For Eating His Own Donut!

Today on Rockford Ln Hennepin County police officer John Stevensburg filed a case on a stray
cat for eating his own donut after he set it down to talk to some people, the cat leapt of of
a tree and supposedly broke the law by eating the donut and trying to run away before
police officer Stevensburg caught it and put handcuffs on the cats paws while the cat resisted
and tried to run away.

The cat has been put to trial but so far it is not cooperating with a series of meows and more
meows.This is a very big crime and offence to the police. The government has also put
a vote of whether or not the cat should be put to justice. The police are very angry at the cat
and they also think that this cat could be part of the Paw Paw gang.

They are tracing paw prints to see if there were other cats and if
this was a planned crime. So far until today the Paw Paw gang has never shown their whiskers.

But people have reported that they have seen cats that look cute but are evil.
They act like regular cats but behind our backs they steal our cookies. Why our cookies? 

The cats are there beware.

Four Poems, A Metaphor, A Metaphor Poem, Two More Poems by BP

Poem #1

Red and white mailboxes

Scatter the streets

Letters from loved ones

Invitations

Bills

Junk mail

Incoming, outgoing

My neighbor passed me

And asked me if I was ok

Because I was just sitting on the sidewalk

Writing a poem about a mailbox

I was like, yeah I’m just fine

Poem #2

Carrying me fast or slow

Dirty soles and knotted laces

Nothing special

Just some shoes

I’d rather go barefoot

Poem #3

Dewy grass, tickling my toes

The softest breeze

Construction equipment

Distrusting the sounds

Of birds and crickets

The wind in the leaves

Poem #4

Branches bending over the bench

I’ve seen a woman here

Fixing the bushes

Planting

The sun glinting off the lake

Birds gliding

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Metaphors~

Heart of stone

Mountain of love

War is a nightmare

Love is like finding your favorite song

A school of fish

Tears are floods, when the dam is opened

Jaws of life

Tornado of thoughts, a spiral, destruction bound

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Metaphor poem

Tornado of thoughts

A spiral

Destruction bound

Swirling what if’s

Clouding my reality

Worries and fears exposed

The wind ripping off the roof of a house

Safe places open to the elements

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I know it’s irrational

Not a big deal

But the storm grows

Grows

Grows

Until it’s a funnel cloud

Ripping its way through me

The sirens go off

Danger is at my front door

I’m out in the open

Tears mix with rain

No shelter from the storm

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Breathe

The storm will pass

I know this

But in the moment

My world is crashing down

And there’s nothing I can do but wait it out

The clouds clear

Check the damages

Broken branches and trees

Debris scattered across my mind space

Piece myself back together

Prepare for the next storm

Squirrel Poem by JJ

The squirrel must eat get to his food; he quickly runs down the tree.
As he sees the bird feeder he jumps.
He misses!
He hits the ground hard.
UMPH is the noise that comes from his mouth.
He climbs the tree and tries again!
He lands on the bird feeder and stuffs his mouth.
Squirrel quickly runs up the tree and eats his food.
Occasionally looking up to make sure there are no predators.

The Tornado by CM

I was at my office on a fine summer’s day,
When the sky darkened.
There was a swirling mass in the sky.
They called it many names,
Hole,
Abyss,
Freak storm,
UFO,
The dark jaws.
But no.
It was a tornado of crows.
Hundreds of murders condensed in the sky.
Swirling,
Twirling,
A whirlpool of death.
Advancing on us all.
I heard screams.
Evacuate!
Flee!
Stay calm!
Don’t be afraid!
The tornado’s coming!
It was.
Sweeping through the city swirling, twirling, screeching,
The murders came.
Closer, ever closer,
Upon us.
I braced my self for flying debris,
Nothing.
The crows, murder upon murder, swirled on.
But destruction came.
The cook murdered the truant officer,
I was in shock,
I ran.
The boss murdered the librarian,
I ran out of my office building.
The streets where chaos.
Gunmen shooting at the market,
People where drowning each other in the fountain,
Children chasing each other with kitchen knives.
Bodies all over the ground.
I saw my twenty-year-old son.
I was about to help him,

No,
I smiled.
I picked up a hatchet and advanced.