This page is full of poems with miscelanious theams. If you want some variety, you've found it. If you have a poem you think should be on this page, send it to the e-mail adress at the bottom of the page, along with your name and what year you wrote it so I can give you credit. I will not plagurize or steal anyone's work, please do the same for me.


Dreams

�Molly Mande 1998

From the folds of night time's blanket

comes a wave of dreams

sweeping through the star rought world

so nothing's as it seems.

Night's the time for imagination

to take it's steady grip

apon the mortals of this world

who from reality do slip.

Glad of this pleasure cruize

from their dreary lives

mortals gladly slumber on

through the dreamy ride.

Until from the break of daylight

reality once again creeps

makeing night seem only a dream

among those who once belived.


Uniqueness

�Molly Mande 1997

"different is wrong"

the world cries

with it's harsh words

and glaring eyes...

But differnt is right

cant you see?

cause with out uniquness

you'd be just like me...

Don't Forget

�Molly Mande 1998

Don't forget the dragons

nor the wonderfuly gallent knights.

Don't forget the paupers

nor the battles that they fight.

Don't forget the princesses

the fairys, or the toads.

For the minute you forget

is the minute you grow old.


Beware

�Molly Mande 1998

Beware the many trails my dear

that wind and twist and fork.

Beware the many choices dear

that cause greif and remorse.

Beware the people dear

that cause pain in your life.

And beware of those words

that will cut you like a knife.

Never talk to strangers

and always look both ways.

Mind your elders dear

and beware of where you play.

Always eat your veggies dear

and remember not to lie.

And remember one last thing my dear.

No mater how careful you are,

even you will die.


Never Neverland

�Molly Mande 1998

every child dreams of a magical land

where pirates roam, and indians play.

Every child hopes of a dream land

where you never grow old, not even a day.

Every child dreams of a wonderful land

where flying comes naturely, as pecan pie

Every child dreams of a Never Neverland

and as old as I am, so do I.


Carpe Diem

�Molly Mande 1998

Death and time are voids unexplored

both causeing fear in many

like the wind eats away at the sand

they slowly kill humanity...

Time is a clock that slowly ticks

each second could be your last

as yesterday becomes tomorow,

and the future becomes the past.

Death is a shadow slowly creeping

to cover up the light

estiguising your whole life

like a candle in the night...

So live each second to the fullest

Carpe Diem, Seize the day

fill you live with memories

before it slips away.

Background �Molly Mande 1998