Crumbs
A Collection of Poems Drake R.
The Lost Armo or Inspired I by y the poem m “For the e Want of a Nail�
It was a cold Decem mber In the clim max of the night. T stars were The w shining g bright. T moon was The w our flasshlight. The T battle was arrivin ng like the King's cup of tea, As th he warriorss gathered d to the sea a. Standing at the edge, e it wass almost he ere. The battle of the Kingdoms K wa as drawing near. om had a slight error.. But one Kingdo A warrior's armor was lost, so th here was no o wearer. They y had to fin nd him armo or, and fast As the e fight wass about to start, s at lasst. The warrior's w a armor was never n found d. He couldn't fight, he couldn't protect the e crown. Because e of the warrior, the battle b was lost. He lostt the armorr, and they paid the co ost. The defe eated kingd dom had du ug its own grave, g As they y were the e other king gdom's slavves. The lost Kingdom cou uldn't win, there t was no n way. Because the armor was lost, tthey had to o pay.
If Life Was a Cheese Sandwich fe is Like a Cheeseb burger” by Max Gowa an Inspirred by “Lif
If life was a cheese c san ndwich I wo ould take litttle bites. Not to oo fast or too t slow, bu ut just righ ht. All I want to do d is go with the flow.. I just wantt it to end, when it's time t for me e to go. I don n't want th hings to com me too fastt, A big bite would end up doiing just tha at. If I take thing gs little by little it wo ould be easy y to take in n Not all th hings are good, some things are a sin. I would eat e all the different d p parts togetther, wouldn't eat it apart, a Because learning th hings too early e or late e would make a brain fart. f H Hopefully I would und derstand evverything ju ust fine So I wo ould know what w to do,, at what time. If life was a chee ese sandwic ch I would obviously eat e the cru ust. I wa ant to know as much ass possible, so for me, it’s a mustt. T crust could The c hold knowledge k t that I migh ht need, To help h me in life, so I ca an succeed.. So if f life was a cheese sa andwich I would w eat itt perfectly, So th he world wo ould make sense s to me e.
Beta
I looke ed at the fish f with big bright ey yes A liked him from th And he start. He had h a little glow when he saw me e, As we travveled back home. I stare ed at the fish f with ob bserving ey yes. And d knew he was w expecting dinner. H swam up to eat it all, He a like an aquatic a road drunner, A I ran ba As ack to the kitchen. k I smile ed at the fish with nea arly shut ey yes When I went to b bed. I told t him goo odnight witth a smile, As I fell asleep p. I wa atched the fish with droopy d eyess As I awok ke from slu umber. He e stared at me, encourraging me, T Telling me to get out of bed. I glanced at the fish f with un nfocused eyes As I grabbed som mething outt of my roo om. I did nothin ng but grin at him, A I walked As d back dow wnstairs. When I saw s the fish I cried with w closed eyes. Lifele ess as can be. b My pall, my buddy y, my now passed p frien nd, My fish, my laugh hter, my ve ery proud pet, W Wasn't look king at me anymore, a Wa asn't swimm ming around d anymore. He wa as just layiing there, laying there e, Livin ng no more.
Knifing Day
T The knife is shiny like e silver, A I'm ass scared as can be. And Today is Knifing Day D For pumpk kins, includiing me. The knife is sp plattered with w orange, As it passses my inssides. I startt to feel we eak, As my gu uts start to o fly. The kn nife has turrned complletely orang ge, As I feell like the dead squirre el on the sttreet. All of a sudden, I'm I stabbe ed in the ey ye. Welll it looks liike I'm at ends e meet.. I can't tell the knife's color, As it's to oo blurry to o see. The knif fe is brought around my m whole body, b T Then they repeatedly stab s me. I starting I'm g to black out o now, As they pu ut a candle e in me. They put me on a mirror fo or me to se ee, Ass it seems I was carve ed into a‌
The Tru uth of Sum mmer
I run ac cross the field, Feeling the e summer breeze. b I feel co ompletely free, f Like there t is nothing bad in i the world d. The flowerr's, seem to o be speaking to each h other, Nature is its langu uage. T They speak happiness,, laughter, a whole new w world, Just forr them and d me. The bees b buzzin ng, The birds chirpin ng, T squirre The els dashing around. They're T bea autiful soun nds, but it comes with h dread, A all thing As gs come to an end. Su uddenly, it all seems to t drown, Melting without w a sound, Every ything laid there, fro ozen in time e. Nobo ody could move, m no one e knows why y. I guesss that's what w happen ns when things are taken so quic ck, They try y to resist until they run out of gas. They puttter repeate edly, until they t break down, W Without the e parts to fix f them.
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