General Art Panda's Poetry

[TreeHuggerPanda]

Since I have a big writer's block on Pirate to Princess, Hero to Warrior, I decided to write some poems just to contribute to ZD's great art and literature

My understanding of the world:

Pain
by TreeHuggerPanda

Why?
Why, Daddy?
Why does everyone make a fool out of themselves?
Why do I not laugh?
At their silly mistakes?
Why?
Is it because I'm suffering?
And no one else is experiencing the pain I feel?
Is it because no one can understand the world?
And why we feel sinful feelings?
Daddy, I hate the world.
They can't understand me.
They are immune to pain.
They are hard headed, Daddy.
And won't let me play with them.
They don't want to be different.
But I can understand them.
Because I'm not foolish.
I suffer through pain everyday, Daddy.
They refuse to suffer through pain.
Pain is a feeling that you will experience, but not for long.
Because it's just for one second.
Then it all goes away, Daddy.
Pain can never last.
Because then you're dead.​

 

[Veely]

Oh my star Panda that is such a great poem! I'm tearing up.. Bravo Panda!

 

[Scythe-of-Chaos]

Good poem! can anyone post their ideas too? because I am a man of Haikus -

You don't have to come
And 'fess, we lookin' for you
we gonna find you

~ Anton Dodson

 

[*M i d n a*]

Wish I was able to come up with something like this. My sister is great writing poetry and whatnot, I like the stuff she comes up with. Anyway, not a bad poem, Pandy, hope you get your head back together and break free of the grasp that mental block has on you.

 

[Tavoriel]

Nice poem! I know what you mean.

 

[TreeHuggerPanda]

Another poem, in honor of the holidays, that I have posted late, since Christmas had just passed. (And its supposed to reflect how you need "spirit")

Christmas Spirit
by TreeHuggerPanda

Winds whip around, carrying snow with them.
Faint bells ring, crying for Christmas.
Freshly baked cookies, covered in red and green sugar are
placed on a dainty and delicate plate.
Warmed milk is placed next to the cookies,
to compliment the contrast of milk and cookies.
The fire blazes in the brick fireplace.
Little stockings are hung from the stone,
filled with happiness, joy, and love.
The presents underneath the Christmas tree await for the morning,
as they were going to be destroyed and skinned.
The crisp, recently cut tree is decorated with odd little trinkets.
On the top, there is a angel, peering over the perfect scene.
The whole night seemed still, peaceful almost,
but there was one thing missing- the spirit of within.