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That is this week's theme. Making the inanimate seem living. Now, technically, this was Hamza's idea but I wanted to post first so, HAHA!

Have fun :)

I imagine that my toy bunny has feelings.


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Shadows

When I sing my Autumn Song,
Or dance among its leaves,
I look around for my friends,
So that they may dance with me.

I think they fear the darkness,
For, when it's late, I go inside,
But when I look for them once again,
They've all gone out to hide.

The night is for the bullies,
That is why my friends are scared,
They hide around the lamposts,
So that they are prepared.

But when the Dawn in breaking,
They know they're safer in the morn,
My friends, they're dancing with the sun,
Just like they did before!

These misty, clouded figures,
Will someday have a name.
But I'll forget, for these friends come,
And will flutter out again.

Now this is an old poem that I wrote. It's in the perspective of a child. Hope that you enjoyed it :)

Ah, it’s a poem. I’ll post one later, gonna start some fireworks for Canada Day ^.^

Rachel wrote: "Shadows

When I sing my Autumn Song,
Or dance among its leaves,
I look around for my friends,
So that they may dance with me.

I think they fear the darkness,
For, when it's late, I go inside,
But ..."

Its a really great poem. I wish I could write like that now. I'm no poet.

Haha thanks.
It doesn't matter if you're a poet or not, this is a form of developing writing in a different style :D
Post something, it'll be great!
I love the bunny!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's so cute >.<

Alright, here it is.

The darkness of the room engulfed her in a sort of blanket - not completely comforting, yet not completely frightening. In truth, there was a small beam of light coming from the window, from its major source - the Moon. It was as if a silver blade were able to cut through ebony. The light gave her no comfort. In fact, all the light did was make her feel all the more alone.

She stared at the small stuffed toy beside her. She hadn’t gotten in long ago, maybe two, three months? It too was in a sitting position, it’s long ears drooping, as the small eyes looked forward at the light. She had gotten it as a present from her mother, a small gift for doing well at school. It came from her favourite book store, which also held small toys, and cards. She didn’t exactly know what else her book store held, because while she would browse the book aisles, looking for a good read, her mother would be browsing the cook book aisles, and her brother would be doing goodness-knows-what.

She picked up the small thing, and gave it a small hug. She was tired, but her brain wouldn’t let her sleep. Her mind was not alive completely, for most of it was worried about the day after. The toy gave her comfort, telling her she would do well in the government testing. CTBS. CTBS was quite a terrifying thing. An entire three hours dedicated to things that made her brain ache.

She gave the bunny one last tight squeeze, before setting it beside her. She lay back, her head on her pillow, her feet just reaching the edge of her bed, and stared at the ceiling for a moment before shutting her eyes.
Before she fell into her dreamless sleep, she swore she saw the bunny’s eyes twinkle and wink.

I loved that, Hamza! the gentle, yet definite rhythm linked with the emotive language was beautiful :)

Firebolt- You said you weren't a poet?!?!?!? Your writing style has a beautiful yet easy rhythm, its innocence is intriguing. I loved it :)

My favourite part was the description of the moon- ivory cutting through ebony. It gave such a beautiful yet mysterious edge to your poem.

Hamza- Haha, I love the playfulness of your poem. The rhyme is perfect with an intetesting rhythm, it made me smile heaps.

I loved- "Just look out the window and there I shall be." Your wording is brilliant, it adds a warmness to your poem. :)

I loved them both. Caitlin!! Post!!!! >:)

D'aw, thanks. I really appreciate it. It wasn't a poem though, more of an extract from a book.

*That I wrote. I didn't steal that. X)

You see a rabbit
You see fur and eyes and ears
You see a toy here

You walk forth a child
You pick me up with small hands
You look at me, awed

You pull at my ears
As a toy I do not feel
The pain it should cause

Unlike most children
You do not throw me around
You treat me with care

A thousand years more
Or so that’s what it seems
You find me again

You lift me slowly
You feel my damaged body
My fur gently falls

You hold me tightly
You pull my ear one last time
Smile at me again

You hand me over
To a man with a small child
He gives you a dime

Drive in this strange car
I feel oh-so out of place
The child treats me wrong

Pulling my ears hard
Squeezing my frail shape and arms
Screaming so loudly

Thirteen years later
I lay on a dusty shelf
My arms are gone now

The girl goes to school
I think about you and how you
Sold me to her dad

How could you have, friend?
I had been there for so long
Always in your bed

You played with me young
You play with me no longer
For now I am here

Dying as a toy
Dead forever on this shelf
As this cruel girl leaves

I wish you were here
To hold me one last time now
Before I leave here

I can't move, ever
I am stuck here all lonely
No one to play with

Do you not see me?
I am a forgotten toy
Play with me no more

Her father takes me
To the outside world again
It has been so long

I see is a bin
He carelessly throws me in
Darkness takes me now

No child will play now
I am a forgotten toy
I am now long gone


-Toy Rabbit, a Haiku written by me :)

^THAT’S a poem. I’m actually really proud of it :)

I like Haikus. They’re the only kind of poem I can write *eye roll* :D I thought yours was really beautifully written. Mine was just inspired by this toy bunny I have.

Lol. I have this one doll that I love, and I’m literally afraid to hold her.

Isn't that just beautiful Hamza... XD
Firebol- both of your posts are beautiful, I enjoyed them both immensely :)

Thanks! I read the poem to my mom, she said it was kinda sad. :)

It is sad :'( but beautiful

I reminds me a bit of the Velvetine (not sure about spelling) rabbit, especially at the begginning

^YES! that's so true haha

Lol! I thought of Toy Story 2 after the Garage Sale bit.

I know right!

Come on! It’ll be fun! :D

Hey, Rachel, I have a question. Since this is a competition, can you make my Haiku enter? If not then just ignore this. *smiley face*

Sure! :D

:D

computer gone...for 3 days!!! (deep breaths everyone, i'm still alive) :)
i'm still thinking of what to write! we all know i'm not a poet :D

pfffft! Why is your computer gone? :)

had to checked for viruses or something :(

okay, i compiled this just then, so if it sucks, i know :)
and to everyone else who wrote, i love your uniqueness- one can really see a person through their writing, in particular their poetry- i'm glad that this shines through you all :)

'tis called: 'Soldier'
To most he is the enemy
To some, he is the friend
To me he is the master
But to the world enslaved

A soldier he soldiers on
With scythe and an expression of plain
Ever marching through the battlefield
Sweeping up the fallen

Bending down, the collector
A gentle touch from a gentle hand
Bearing them over his shoulder
Or laying in his arms

He works by moonshine
It caresses his dear face
A felon in the night
An idler by day

Playing along the strings of a puppeteer
He dances like a marionette,
Comes alive
To find the dead

He is feared and loathed
But searched for by many
He hides and tries to weep
But fails, he is not kind

This warrior is not brave
Not benevolent nor benign
But still he is a soldier
And a soldier of mine


criticism would be great, so be free to say anything :)

It’s really good! I really liked it. :)

I found this Haiku, it was funny!

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don’t make sense
Refrigerator

Firebolt- I have that Haiku on a T-shirt!!!! XD

Cool! John Green does too! :)

^Haha, I get it! XD

Go ahead, I probably will for fun :)

I see you awake
I see you in your slumber
I witness it all

I am many things
I can be white, black, or blue
I can be anything

I can have flowers
I can be very sightly
I can be grotesque

A fragile portion
I am what holds the ceiling
Solid, Strong, Mighty

You can break me though
You pay me no attention
You walk by calmly

Pictures and Drawings
The things you’re proud of on me
I hold memories


Although you don’t care
When you are bored you will stare
Maybe throw a toy

I shall never move
I shall never speak to you
I shall never die

That is my promise
For if I speak you will stare
I do not like stares

I am a shield
I am there for protection
I will always be

After years I rot
Slowly and painfully here
I am decaying

But if they decide
That what I hold has no worth
Then they shall kill me

I have been there long
You must know by now, human
What am I, here strong?

-Just for fun, ‘What Am I?’ Haiku. Can you guess?

Yup. X)

Yay! I can inspire people! :D

Firebolt- That is insanely cool! Despite the strict structure of haikus, it flowed effortlessly. I laughed so hard when I realized it was a wall :D

Caitlin- How did I know that you were going to write about 'Death' (Grim Reaper)? ;)
Nevertheless, it was amazing, I love the subtle irony of the subject:

"Comes alive,
To find the dead."

I just love that ;D (I know how much you hate that wink face XD)

LIGHTBULB!!!!!! XD that's awesome!

Awesome!