These are all so amazing, I can't stand it! TNO, your poem was absolutely terrifying and I loved it. Emma, yours already has a perfect ending. Koffee, my question is, how did you manage to write something that good in the margins of your homework?? Poet, I'm amazed at how you made that work! My acrostics always turn out awful. Snake, I love the rhymes and rhythm in your poem! An Aspriring Poet, yours made me sad and happy at the same time. Edge, yours is beautiful, but could you explain it a little more?

Okay, enough critiquing, I'm going to post mine now. It's kind of a variation on something I wrote a long time ago, and it's not very good, but here it is:

Warriors come forth,
Swords glittering in the sunlight,
Defending their castle,
Built brick by golden brick,
From a beast
Many times their size,
That blots out the sunlight
And swipes a paw,
Killing off
Ten.

Others surge forward,
Sacrificing their lives
To sting with the blades
Of their swords,
To protect the treasured gold,
Hidden in the castle,
Among the many rooms
And passages,
Though the beast is bigger
By a hundred fold.

The queen lies inside,
Hearing the battle
But unable to help,
As her duties lie
With those who make the gold,
Not the warriors
Who bravely defend it.

But the castle is falling,
The beast is winning,
The warriors dying,
The gold uncovered,
And the bear
Steals the honey
From the bees.

Some Hunger Games inspired poetry!

I can hear my heartbeat singing, singing,

singing of the life that dances through my veins.

I can hear the rumbling, rumbling, rumbling,

rumbling of my belly as I surely starve.

I can hear the crackle, crackle, crackle,

crackle of the flames as I slowly burn.

I can hear the silence, silence, silence,

silence of the very dead District 12.

I can hear the crying, crying, crying

crying as they move my bones to the Meadow.

I can hear the dancing, dancing, dancing,

dancing across the melted people's grave.

I can hear the singing, singing, singing,

singing that comes from the free children's hearts.

Thanks, Alexandra! It's just someone from District 12, not anybody specific.

An Aspiring Poet: I liked how you wrapped that up, with all the nice things, and then a thorn.

I already posted this poem on a different thread, but I feel like this thread needs lightening up. Plus I revised it.

XxX

A Prehistoric Menace             

There’s a prehistoric menace               
tramping ’round my room today,                              
It has quite a lot of scales and spikes . . .                  
A Stegosaur, I think I’d say.

Or maybe it’s the Allosaur,
or possibly Triceratops,
potentially a Quetzalcoatl,
It’s annoying me a lot.

It quite possibly could be a duckbill,
Ultrasaurus, Pterodactyl,
Tyrannosaurus, Brontosaurus —
It’s certainly a puzzle for us.

Coelophysis, Troodon,
Baryonyx, Pteradon,
Micropachydephalosaurus,
Velociraptor, Seismosaurus!

Diplodocus!
Mosasaur!
Dromiceiomimus!
Ichthyosaur!

Mamenchisaurus,
Ankylosaurus,
Opthalmosaurus,
Plesiosaur.

The list is getting much too long,
and still, these names could all be wrong.
An Eoraptor, Sauropod,               
Stupendemys? Iguanadon?

The dinosaurs, the scientists say,
were all killed off one fateful day
when asteroids hovered in the air
or volcanoes blew with great fanfare.

But humans now defenestrate
The theory that this dreadful fate
Did not occur at all. Indeed,
The evidence is in front of me!

Despite his jovial attitude,
It really, really is quite rude
to barge on in without permission
without seeking fair admission.

His giant feet are breaking things,
From side to side his tail still swings,
Cracking all my precious stuff,
I finally say, “I’ve had enough.”

I bid him a fond adieu,
As he forlornly plods off to
His fate, wherever that may be,
But it certainly doesn’t rest with me.

XxX

Sorry for ruining your gloomy atmosphere (no offense intended. All the other poems were really good)