Ally-Ann's Poems

[Ally-Ann]

I don't know how this thread will turn out, but I decided to post some of my poems here for the heck of it. I don't know what you'll think of it, but here's the first one:

I wake up from the land of dreams

While the songbird quietly chirps and sings

The dawn is majestic on the horizon

With the blood red star that is our sun

The ground is damp with morning dew

For many lives to start anew

For friendships to form strong bonds

Starts with the beautiful break of dawn.

[Lynna]

Beautiful! Awesome wording, a good rhythm, and the theme is sweet. Can I have your autograph?
There are some things though. the rhyme isn't perfect (Horizon" and "sun" are a little awkward) but coming from someone who rarely ever rhymes, it is really good!

[Ally-Ann]

Thank you!

[Ally-Ann]

This poem is first in a series of poems called "Dreaming". This is called Dreaming: Space. Let me know what y'all think!

I'm flying through the galaxy

I'm riding on a star

Past Mars and Jupiter

I have traveled afar

This feeling of freedom

This feeling of flight

The stars I fly past

And their spectacular light

I rocket around Saturn

And dance on the rings

I whip past Uranus

A beautiful sight to see

I breeze by Neptune

And fly in the wind

I slow down near Pluto

No longer a whirlwind

I fly a bit more

Into a nebula

I zip by Betelgeuse

And circle around Spica

It's so beautiful here

I never want it to end

But I blink once

And I find myself in bed

So my adventure has ended

For now I must cope

With everyday life

And I will dream

I hope.

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[ABlipinTime]

I like that last one, but it makes me feel kinda sad because I would like to visit those places. (I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a little kid.)

[Ally-Ann]

Aw. Thanks! This one's a short poem. This actually happens during summer, too.

As I crawl into bed

At the end of the day

I can hear a cricket

Chirping away

I lay there in bed

Lulled by the sound

I'm falling asleep

Music surrounds

I dream of the sky

The starry, night sky

Oh, sweet little cricket

Sing me a lullaby.

[steenajack]

Wow! I love these quite a bit! Very nicely written, they made me want to draw something. Well done! *looks forward to reading more*

[Ally-Ann]

Here's my fictionpress.com account. I have all of my poems on here. http://www.fictionpress.com/u/740837/Ally-Ann

[Alcuinus]

I am so not a poetry guy (goes over my head for the most part >.>) but that cricket one is really neat, imo!

[Ally-Ann]

I'm not sure if this is considered grave-digging, but I just remembered one of the first poems I ever wrote:

The Hobo from Togo
When I lived in Togo Togo Togo

I met a hobo hobo hobo

He said his name was Billy Billy Billy

I said his name was silly silly silly

Then he kicked me kicked me kicked me

In my knee knee knee

Then he ran ran ran

Away from me me me

That hobo hobo hobo

From Togo Togo Togo

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And my most recent poem:

The Peanut Poem
I walked into the kitchen

I was hungry for a snack

So I opened up the peanut jar

And then stuck in my hand

I grabbed some with one hand

And took them by the handful

I don't bother shelling them

I always eat them whole

There isn't a person I know

That dislikes these small legumes

It's impossible not to like them

Everyone likes them, I assume

I know that it sounds funny

To eat the peanut shell

I don't care what you think

I like the flavor well

So don't tell me I'm weird

Or eat the shell I can't

Isn't completely obvious

That I'm part elephant?

So, that's my peanut poem

I'm afraid that I must go

I'm going to eat my peanuts

Because I love them so.

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Yeah, I know some of the words got redundant in that poem, but my mind was just sort of blank...... Speaking of blank, I wrote a poem with that title:

Blank
My mind is blank

My mind is numb

I cannot think

I must be dumb

Why does this

Happen to me?

I try to write

I can't even rhyme

See?

This poem is short

So's my brain

I'm being dull

This is insane

I think that's all

There's nothing to write

Goodbye for now

Until next time.

[Ally-Ann]

Blessed

If you are like me, then you are blessed

You are fortunate and nothing less

You have a family along with clothes

You have a bed inside a home

You have good food, clean, cool water

You are a beloved son or daughter

You take these belssings all for granted

You don't know that you are fortunate

But what if you weren't this blessed at all?

What would happen if you started to fall?

You have no family, no decent clothes

You have no bed inside a home

Your food is scarce, there's no clean water

You're not recognized as a son or daughter

You are starting to drown in your own sin

Your faith in God has been worn thin

You feel that there's no purpose to live

There's nothing in life that you can give

And every night for blessing you cry

Like people who see you and pass on by

So praise the Lord He has blessed you

Thank our God you can start anew

If you still feel there's a miracle God must send

It's alright. God will provide for you, my friend.

I know I didn't stay in rythm the last two lines, but I tend to do that with a lot of my poems, no matter how hard I try. ^^;

[ABlipinTime]

thanks for the laughs

that last one there got me thinking. geez, i'm blessed.

it's fine if your poems don't rhyme. the fact that they do is quite pleasant. poems are poems, or so i'm told, if they follow a beat (and some English major would be glad to explain that, i'm sure).

good job

[Ally-Ann]

Thank you! Here's a poem about spring, called..... Spring!

I step onto the porch, and into the rays

Of the bright, shining sun on this spring day

The birds are singing their song of glee

And I grin at the beauty that I can see

I smell the scent of blooming flowers

Waft in the air from the spring rain showers

The bees are buzzing around with work

And butterflies seem to dance on my shirt

So, Spring has come in all her majesty

With bushes and trees wreathed in peonies

Now I must part, there's work to be done

The type of work that includes enjoying the sun.

[Ninety7keys]

Wow! You're so good! I liked "Blessed" a lot. I also write poems, but most of them are in Norwegian (I do have some English too). God blessed you with this talent

[Ally-Ann]

Thank you so much! And wow, Ninety7keys, Norwegian? Nice. C= This is a collection of poems that are individually named, but all together I call them "My Fancy and I". Each poem is four lines, which I didn't intend for, ironically.

My Fancy and I

Piano
There's nothing I would rather do
Than play the piano when I'm free
And to hear the melody ringing out
As my fingers dance across the keys

The Beach
Crashing on the shore are waves
That are roaring on the shore for me
I can feel the sand between my toes
As I watch the beautiful, sparkling sea

Writing
The paper like a canvas
Imagination endless
Writing is my haven
A light inside the darkness

Cricket
Chirping endless songs at night
Their lullabies are like dim lights
Easing away all my fright
Music surrounds me tonight

Sun
Into the warm rays
On a summer day
Melting all my cares away
To start brand new today

The Moon
Tell me all your stories, Moon
Share with me your wisdom
Tell me secrets, new and old
Tell me where you came from

Rain
Many little rain drops
Making music quietly
Nature's largest orchestra
Playing me a symphony

Galaxy
Dark, mysterious, beautiful sky
Peppered with stars and planets
Oh, how I wish that I could fly
To the Milky Way for granted

Wind
Wind, where are you going?
From where di you come?
Your'e in such a hurry
Wind, please stay for awhile

Angel
Descending from the clouds with grace
Praising God with song and lyre
They never cease to give him praise
Their joy is spread like wild fire

God
I've never seen Him
I've never touched Him
But I know He's there
Because I can hear Him

The End
Knowing that it's over
And a feeling of completion
Isn't always triumphant
But I know we'll meet again.

"Wind" was my first time trying to write a none-rhyming poem. I dun like writing none-rhyming poems. >.>

[Mister]

"Ally-Ann"

Your Poems Truly Dance
As Your Hand Is Penning
Like A Literary Romance
It's Only The Beginning.

Don't Loose Heart
Even If You Slip
Value Every Part
As I give You A Tip

Perfection Will Perfect
With Practice And Time
Every Dot It Will Connect
As you Finish The Rhyme.



Your poems are awesome Ally-Ann!!

[Ally-Ann]

Thanks, Mister! That was an awesome poem. =D

This is the poem that follows Dreaming: Space, the first poem I posted on here. I wrote this when I was completely new to poetry.

Dreaming: Ocean
Underneath the water I plunge
Feeling the water hit my face
Swimming towards my favorite spot
As if I were in a race
I swim beside a whale and wave
And flash a great big grin
The whale looks over at me and smiles
Gently waving his fin
I move away from the whale
And swim near a school of fish
I do my best to swim like them
But it's not easy to accomplish
So I swim away from the school
And watch a pod of dolphins
They play and race and jump the waves
Chasing each others' fins
I swim through the water a little further
Wondering what I can find
I spot a beluga moving with the current
And her baby tagging behind
I swim and hide behind a large rock
Spying on a large shark
He's sees me and I try to swim away
Then everything goes dark.......
My eyes shoot open
I am no longer in the dream
The shark and all his teeth are gone
I am all in one piece it seems
The dream is no more
Nothing but a memory
And so I will have to wait before
The next dream will come to me......

This is also another poem I wrote when I was new to poetry.

Woodland Fairy
She giggles peeking around a tree
People can't see her, she's a fairy
She skips on flowers without beeing seen
And flies through the woods along with the breeze
Her rosy face is aglow with mirth
She smells of sweet poppies and the scent of earth
She dances with flowers that fall from the trees
And plays games of tag with the bumblebees
She zips through the air, not a care in the world
The flag of joy in her heart is unfurled
During the night she skips on a pond
And dances with fireflies until the break of dawn
She rests under a toadstool, her blanket a leaf
"A fairy's life is hard," She yawns, then falls asleep.

[Darth_Kirby]

Yaaaaa!!! I applaude thee fellow poet! Though I'm not really a poet, more a fiction writer, I have written some poems. Alas, I haven't read all your poems yet, but you seem very talented! Looking forward to the rest I have yet to read.