Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Poem: As Grey as a Cloud

As Grey as a Cloud
By Meow Meow



I got a laptop, and my laptop is Grey
It is as Grey as the shirt I wore to work
As Grey as the lamp is sitting on my desk
As Grey as the hanger holding my clothes high

It is as Grey as the lamp post standing at the side of the road
As Grey as the office clock that ticks
As Grey as the elevator frame which is forever packed
As Grey as the handle of the door separating in and out of the room

It is as Grey as the looks on the face of the people every Monday
As Grey as the wind blows from side to side
As Grey as the sky that doesn't seem to care of day or night
As Grey as the cloud that moves from one place to another

And nothing can be any more Grey after the rain
~Fin

Monday, March 24, 2008

Poem: Hovering Hound

Hovering Hound
By Meow Meow



There was a hound back in the sound town
Where all parts of town have nothing but sound
Sound of a lonely hound hovering around

There is noone in town apparently
Until one day some hound sounds houndingly different
Hovering hound check out the sound
To find the sound came from a looney clown

The looney clown was funny and round
Making sounds ranging from frown to pound
Hovering hound stumpled upon the clown
Asking the looney clown where was he found

After lots of lost and found
It's the hovering hound lost and the clown found
Hovering as mate and looney as bound
There the loney hovering hound becomes looney hovering hound
~Fin

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Poem: Just for you

Just for you
By Meow Meow


Wonder through the tainted soul
Search for the tainted mind
Keep off the tainted thoughts
Remind be the tainted answer
The mind of soul shall think and answer

Answers come when it come and it does
Galloping through and fro in the poor soul
Haunting big and small parts of the mind
Revealing true and false tip-off thoughts
Believing on and off the cruel answer

But when you wondered by galloping;
and searched by haunting;
and kept off by revealing;
and be reminded by believing in the answer,
it is never too cruel to be called cruel

And when the poor soul is yours;
and the mind;
and the thoughts;
and the answer,
it could never be tainted

Because I love you
~fin