7 Wonderful Poems

By: Diane Carroll
Submitted: 2007-01-17 11:23:53
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Learning

Trying to prove his worth in this life,he has endured many sorrowful
tests that have placed his mind at a
state of surrender.
But a woman that sees the innter light in him beckons
him to place that state of mind in a
sweet smelling rose lilys and gives
him the strength to move forward.

But the lack of help he gets is a
painfull to him but he keeps moveing on.

A new learning experience is under way to his mind.

Red Mage Rose

With a honorble family bound
that takes her eastward to the sandy
shores of her homeland.
Her interself screams out to make life better for all
who walks by her. Her heart listens to the
chanting yellow and white birds that
leap from tree to tree in a graceful
rainbow fire that binds all earth into
the web she so sorrowful tiped toes across.

Pink sunlight crawles into her
chi giveing her a bubbly person back
into play,a whisper drops from
the heavens saying" Smile Red Mage Rose
and the world smiles with you."

Ghost Tribe

A ghostwalker with ideas that can
change the worlds unblanced people,
shadows dance around his form like
plastic star drops from a spring frog that
enchances the mist fairys in turn
revive the forest past of what life should
be and not what it lives apone.

Trusting his insides on the wallstreet newspaper he makes a day by day forcast of what will drop and fall in the up and comeing month.

Firewalker

A small guy he is,with a tiny
top hat and a 8-bit additude makes blasting
his enemies a walk in the park,
His magical weapon a fire ball teaming with
upgrading blasting power near seen but once a day.
His eyes of yellow shadow
his face makeing his actions a tough act to defeat.
His tiny feet has more
intelligence in them then a enemies left
hair noise. For he is a small guy that
packs a powerful punch,never cross him
or his fire ball special will take you to water land.

Love Bug

With each new nintendo transform he makes, gives him a great joy to multiple task his work,
his romantic loveing wife and his
memorable Red Mage all in a
loungeing customizable his way of
elegantly life.
His second family a
linkshell with a strange way of life,is a joyful
chant each and everyday.

Small but strong

A white mage ye may think can be
weak but indeed this mage of many small
things is a powerful key player in this world.
With a clear mind and two
battle hammers makes this healing soul
something to fear.
With powerful magic
that raises the dead,and a mistful
teleport pact to advanced places.

He is a easygoing mage that seeks
out any backbone party.

But with a flick of his tiny hand all that can change?

Standing alone

Adandoned beyond the sea-weed
of timesless misplaceing lives,a yellow and
black feather bound duck.

Though his shining black eyes
of crysal gold he has seen many
countries below his strange feet.

Beyond the old worlds times of the
late 1900's he has been named taffy
but he is not a cartoon.
Oh,no!

He is a real as the seas he flys over.

Diane Carroll has always loved to write even since she was in school her passion to write has always stayed with her.

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