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What am I

MyM

Well-Known Member
In order to make useful my thoughts dealing with my kids, as they were growing up, I made several poems for them to guess what I am talking about. I made it a challenge for them. I recently found about three of them in my email but I made so many and have no idea where they went to. But I will post one maybe yall can guess what I am talking about from this what am I poem :)


The Sounds of its hollowness, music to thine ears


The passing of the time, relies moving of the years

The beauty of the shapes, all sizes and strengths

Extreme forces behind their movements, All Knowing, Omniscient

High and low forms of magical splendor

Creativity not to engage in exchanging orders

Fun and excitement one plays fulfilling enjoyment

Screams and terror sometimes ceases the crucial moment

Provisions supplied from mechanical usages

Sustenance's devours performs through passages

Smoothness and calm like the summer sun

Roughness scours as its encounters begun

To journey away this beauty of beauties

Finds happiness and contentment with what one sees.





What am I?

 

savagewind

Veteran Member
Premium Member
In order to make useful my thoughts dealing with my kids, as they were growing up, I made several poems for them to guess what I am talking about. I made it a challenge for them. I recently found about three of them in my email but I made so many and have no idea where they went to. But I will post one maybe yall can guess what I am talking about from this what am I poem :)


The Sounds of its hollowness, music to thine ears


The passing of the time, relies moving of the years

The beauty of the shapes, all sizes and strengths

Extreme forces behind their movements, All Knowing, Omniscient

High and low forms of magical splendor

Creativity not to engage in exchanging orders

Fun and excitement one plays fulfilling enjoyment

Screams and terror sometimes ceases the crucial moment

Provisions supplied from mechanical usages

Sustenance's devours performs through passages

Smoothness and calm like the summer sun

Roughness scours as its encounters begun

To journey away this beauty of beauties

Finds happiness and contentment with what one sees.





What am I?
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