White Rabbit

White Rabbit

A Poem by Molly
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This one's a little strange....find the hidden message! Lol

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Suppose you’re a Rabbit,

Jumping through space,

On bells made of snow,

How Beautiful!

 

But rabbit fur is thin,

And space is cold,

And snow wets your feet,

How Excruciating!

 

Rabbits are frail creatures,

You could fall through space,

Snow isn’t sturdy at all,

How Worrisome!

 

But to be a tiny Rabbit,

In the entirety of space,

And hear the snowbells ring,

How Amazing!

 

But we know you’re no Rabbit,

Your only space is this room,

And snowbells don’t exist,

How Repulsive!

 

But the Rabbit’s out there,

Jumping through dreams,

On melting thoughts,

How Enticing!

© 2010 Molly


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Suppose you’re a Poet,
Writing through space,
And planets made of snow,
How Beautiful!

But human skull is thin,
And space is cold,
And snow freezes your brain,
How Excruciating!

A poem proves frail,
You could describe only space,
Snow isn’t colorful at all,
How Worrisome!

But to be a tiny Poet,
In the entirety of space,
And make the snowplanets ring,
How Amazing!

But we know you’re no Poet,
Your only space is this room,
And snowplanets don’t exist,
How Repulsive!

But Poets are out there,
Writing about jumping through dreams,
And melting thoughts,
How Enticing!

For one who writes originally,
Regardless of the Critique's say,
Says "I may not be a Poet,
But writing makes Poetry!"

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Snowbells. Sturdy snow. Very original. I rate your poem 100/100!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Suppose you’re a Poet,
Writing through space,
And planets made of snow,
How Beautiful!

But human skull is thin,
And space is cold,
And snow freezes your brain,
How Excruciating!

A poem proves frail,
You could describe only space,
Snow isn’t colorful at all,
How Worrisome!

But to be a tiny Poet,
In the entirety of space,
And make the snowplanets ring,
How Amazing!

But we know you’re no Poet,
Your only space is this room,
And snowplanets don’t exist,
How Repulsive!

But Poets are out there,
Writing about jumping through dreams,
And melting thoughts,
How Enticing!

For one who writes originally,
Regardless of the Critique's say,
Says "I may not be a Poet,
But writing makes Poetry!"

-----

Snowbells. Sturdy snow. Very original. I rate your poem 100/100!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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