Blue's Poems

Strolling outside,
On a dark scary night.
I hear weird voices,
speaking to me,
out of nowhere.
I follow the voices.
At last, I hear the voices,
loud and clear.
I fall into a deep hollow hole.
I climb out,
blood dripping from my nasty scars.
Then....
my legs were gone!
Where are my legs?!

Sorry that poem doesn't have a title. I know it's not very good.


Will write some more

where your legs gone?

No. What? It's just a poem

i know i just making a joke

Interesting poem, with quite a twist at the end!

I quite like how you decided against using a rhyme scheme, somehow I think it fits the scene that you're trying to portray, with the chaotic atmosphere.

Can I ask where you got your inspiration for this? =)

Pirate