All right, like Blue Fairy, I have made a post for this poem a while back, but I would like to submit it. Sorry if it's a bit long, and the spacing doesn't look right in the preview, but I can't fix it. 

The Nursery's Night 

The nursery window brings in light
On all the scattered toys
tonight.
On sleeping children, unaware,
Of happenings of then
and there.
The clock chimes two, then three, then four,
Then
there's a movement on the floor.
The old toy dog has moved a
paw,
For that's the signal which to them all
Means "It's
time to frolic, have fun, and play,
And do what we couldn't during
the day
It's time to roll and shout and run
And play in every
manner of fun."
The rolling horse with it's faded skin
And
stuffing poking from within
Rolls to the center of the room
(Which
must stay silent as a tomb
In all the joys tonight will bring
In
everyone and everything.)
The horse is followed by Raggedy Ann
And
the nesting dolls and the soldier man.
Then comes Rover, the
dearest toy
Of the sleeping girl and the sleeping boy.
Then
there comes Teddy, all brushed and fine,
And Dolly looking just
divine.
The soldiers march along in ranks,
And Jack-in-the-box
with his peek-a-boo pranks
Follows bouncing out the time With the
rubber ball the color of lime.
Then all the books jumped from the
shelves
And magically, they open themselves
To pages of
pictures, gay and bright,
And - poof!- with a flash of light
They
jump from picture to nursery floor
And all of then add to the
silent uproar.
First Goldilocks and the three bears, too.
Then
Little Red Riding Hood and Boy Blue
Are followed by Mary and her
lamb
And the little Dutch boy who saved the dam.
Then Snow
White and Beauty and her beast
Are followed by Robin Hood and a
glorious feast.
And every character from stories read, written by
authors long since dead
But leave the enchanting stories'
spell
That always are a joy to tell.
In the nursery, the toys
all are bursting
From this joy they've long been thirsting
And
Dolly's tea set is taken out
Then Robin's feast is past about
For
everyone to enjoy and eat
The cakes and cookies and all the
meat.
There is duck and turkey and chicken and ham,
And bread
with butter, or honey, or jam.
There are rosy apples and oranges
sweet
And plums and peaches and a raspberry treat.
There's
cream and milk and juice and tea
And on display is the princess's
pea.
Among it are salads, carrots, beans, and tomatoes
Nearby
are baked, fried, and mashed potatoes.
Blueberries, strawberries,
berries galore,
Nuts and berries! Soon they'll need more.
Pies
are served, and, wow! what treats!
Blueberry, lemon, cherry pie,
meat,
Not to forget there was ice cream, too.
Chocolate,
strawberry, and berry blue.
Gallons of ice cream, boy, what a
load!
There was ice cream in bowls and pie a la mode.
Then
later, there was music and dancing.
Dobbin the horse sure was
prancing!
The cat had his fiddle, and Boy Blue his horn,
And
everyone danced until the morn.
Soft light crept into the nursery
room.
Then each and every toy went- zoom!
And pictures flew in
to their books
Who went to their own little crannies and
nooks,
And all the traces were swept away,
So when the children
woke in the day
Neither would notice that when they slept
A
silent frolic the toys had kept.

You must have heard of

The evil creature

That lurks in the shadows

And eats your fellow peers

he is...

THE EVIL CHAKADEER! 

The evil chakadeer! the evil chakadeer!

The chakadeer is the one you should fear

The clever chakadeer! The clever chakadeer! 

he can rip you to piecest like a leering fikarear

(if you know what that is)

The meanie chakadeer! The meanie chakadeer!

The big fat meanie that your nightmares fear!

The heartless chakadeer! the heartless chakadeer! 

He doesn't care about a single brother, sister, mother or father

grandpa or grandma who he eats merrily

The chakadeer, the chakadeer, stay away from the chakadeer

Stay away from the evil, clever, meanie, hearless chakadeeeeer! 

Wow. Choosing one winner is going to be so hard! So I think what I'll do is choose a first place winner, a second place winner, and one honorable mention. What do you buggies think?

Wait! My sis is still entering. So don't judge yet.

MUSIC

you hear notes

a small noise

fit together to

bring people joy

a ding

a ring

a special thing

composed into one

to help people sing

songs are ancient

songs are new

the beauty of music

a new point of view

laugh

dance

run

prance

a wonderful magical musical chance

all on the surface of music

in the palm of you hand just chose

but underneath

a sight to see

its hard to get through it

notes and sounds

round and round

how do you play them?

its hard just to say them!

squeak!

smash!

youre getting off track!

music is harder then it seems

but the end sound shines and gleams!

practice makes perfect

so keep up the work

whether you are 

a him or a her

now this is the end of my little ryme

but keep doing what your doing cuz youre doing

just fine 

The Hunger Games

There is a spark that caused a fire

It's spreading throughout the town

You can throw on all the water you can

But this fire won't drown

It will burn down all the fences

Intil it's contained no more

And you might win the battle but it will win the war

The fire is tired of oppression  it will not follow your rules

Even if it burns itself at least it burnt you too

You think you have it figured out but what you do not know

if water can not put out this fire ether can your snow. 

Lord of the Rings poem.

the smoke in the autumn sky

the ashes like it's snowing

the ring is near the flaming eye

a shadow is ever growing.

The winds rush through with a haggard sigh

this wind, it's ever blowing

saruman has gathered th uruk hai

a shadow is ever growing

sometimes I bend my head and cry

the trees like dead me moaning

as maiden summer waves goodbye

a shadow is ever growing

YAY! Meh. Wasn't very good. :P 

Mewmew says eick. She was startled by something! 

Spring's Here

The snow has melted.

Warm winds gently blow on

the newly sprouted flower buds.

Picnic blankets are scattered

across the green landscape,

looking like the small, colorful flowers

decorating the bright bushes

that have regrown since the brutal winter

has ceased its freezing reign.

Children and laughter fill the air as

everyone comes out to play

and celebrate happily.

The smell of hot meat and

cold drinks fill the air, and

the scent of marshmallows and

chocolate wafts through the breeze

afterwords.

Even more fun times are yet to be had.

Winter's over.

Spring's here.

This is the best I could do! Hope you like it! -Pete