My Last Stand - Free Verse Poem

As we run through no man’s land,
My fear grows, my worry worsens.
Bullets rain down around us.
All you can hear is screams of pain and terror.
Bombs explode all around,
As if they are drops of rain,
Coming from the dark clouds above.
Faces look back at me,
Fear in their glassy eyes.
Some my brothers,
Some my foes.
Sweat drips down my face,
Mixing with dirt and blood along the way.
My wounds hurt.
My cuts sting,
But that doesn’t hold me back.
An ear splitting scream stops me in my tracks.
I turn around
Too see two of my squad lying on the ground.
My commander calls out for me,
But I ignore him.
No one is left behind.
I run,
But I forget the main thing,
And I am soon
Caught in the trap.

Haiku Poems

Match Point
The ball is served.
Shimmer waves run down the net.
The match point is ours.

Bundle of Kittens
Jumping and pouncing.
Play all night and rest all day.
And so very cute!

Fruit Salad
Bright and colorful.
Very juicy and yummy.
My favourite food.

Limerick Poems

Rinse, Lather and Repeat
My Grandma told me a story,
About a young boy called Glory.
With hair so fine,
It really did shine.
But then only had one friend called Rory.

Hide and Seek
Once in the town of Manic,
Everybody would panic.
All ended up dead.
Piled in a shed.
And then were all found in the attic.

Puns

If you don’t pay your taxidermist, you’ll be stuffed!

It must really suck to be a vampire!

A man was killed by a mysterious thick fog. The police were a bit hazy on the details.

My Dad - Metaphor Poem

My dad is like a German shepherd.
He prowls around the house,
Constantly wondering what we’re doing.
He always rings up when I’m at home,
Checking on how I am.
But underneath that shaggy coat,
He’s really kind and loving.
And he’s really just looking out for me.
And when he’s not worrying,
He’s always jovial and caring.

The Environment - Simile Poem

The environment is such a delicate thing,
Like a new born baby.
We need to nurture it,
Love it.
It’s like a fragile egg,
It needs to be treated with care.
It already has a few cracks in it,
It could shatter any minute,
We could kill what’s inside.
All of Antarctica could melt away,
Like an ice cream on a hot summer’s day.
All the animals could disappear,
Like your money at a sale.
The generations to come would have nothing left,
Except the problems we caused.
It would be too late to save the egg.
It’s shell in shards,
Like glass dropped on a hard surface.
The life of what’s inside,
Died a long time ago.
So we should start helping and caring for the egg,
Try to preserve it for the future generations.
It’s like a troubled teen,
It needs some help towards the right path,
And even after that it still needs some care.
So get out there and help the environment.
Even the smallest things count.