Another challenge from disjointed rhyme

Haven’t done a challenge for awhile but as I am bedridden at the moment due to an operation the lovely disjointed rhymings set me another challenge.
The challenge was to write a poem where every other word was a word I’d picked out from the dictionary. My choice of words were ones I didn’t use or rarely used. The poem started out well but I do think it lost its poetic sound part way through. (I will put the words I choose in bold)
Please enjoy and tell me what you thought in the comments.

There was a place called bedlam
Where everyone was confused
Everything here’s a fuddle
Even the potatoes are bemused

Here lives a little bumpkin
A clumsy, awkward man
He may be little but he’s very rotund
Food for comfort was his plan

A small house in a hamlet
Where our little but large man lives
His door propped open with a scythe
Keeping the widened frame from falling

I really must clarify
Our little man is getting bigger and bigger
Now his tummy is of prodigious size
A ticking time bomb inside

One day awoke with a loud cacophony
His neighbours run outside
The mans corpus exploding
Months worth of haggis blown out the door

(Do not try this at home. Propping up door frames with scythes is not a wise thing to do. It is very dangerous. Also I advice you not to eat haggis till you explode it could and will be a very painful death. Having your insides explode was never fun and also is a horrible mess that someone would have to clean up. Think about the poor person who has to come along behind you and clean up all that half digested haggis. You have been warned)

The unfinished poems #1

this is a poem I wrote last week for a friend. Hope you enjoy it 🙂

As she dries her eyes,
Those tears filled with hate,
Bitterness and anger,
Towards everything.

That girl that stands by the mirror,
Hangs her head in shame,
While she looks at the scales,
And the number displayed.

We live in a world,
That corrupts our brains,
Telling us to be something,
We don’t need to be.

Size is just a number,
And beauty is inside,
But we’re forced to think,
It’s what is before our eyes.

Societies a mess,
And are minds,
Are all a muck up,
Caused by broken times.

YouTube

When everything starts to fall apart
I know I’ll always have a place to go
This place is called YouTube
A place I can laugh, cry and be inspired

It’s somewhere to disappear to
For long hours lost alone
Spent laughing at a computer screen
Full volume headphones in

Danisnotonfire and amazingphil
Cat whiskers drawn on their faces
A llama and a lion too
Hello Internet – and the laughing begins

Then there’s Emma Blackery
A big inspiration to me
Her stories can make me giggle or make me realise
She’s taught me a lot of lessons in life

And lukeisnotsexy
Cheering me up on a rainy day
Making me feel proud to be British
And we are the kings of cool!

And bribryontour
Your music I’ve brought it all
It’s amazing and your channel makes me believe
You can do anything in life if you choose

There’s so many more I haven’t mentioned
But they’ve all helped me realise
You can be yourself in so many ways
And that’s okay 😀

Band aid (plaster)

I titled this band aid mainly because it sounded better than plaster… I always call it a plaster but in this case it just sounded better… This little poem came to me after i fell over ahha… Enjoy 🙂

the band aid
The band aid sits softly on my skin
Hides the marks from your eyes
Sticks to me like a protective friend
Holding in each drop that try’s to escape

Tending to my graze, healing ever cut
Every little accident under strict supervision
Holding together in such a delicate manner
The band aid is like a caring mother

Roses

Here’s a little poem I wrote earlier today… Enjoy 🙂

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate to accept
I’m in love with you

Never felt so happy
Never felt so calm
When your around
You keep me from harm

Making me smile
Making me blush
Hold me for a while
No need to rush

Can we spend some time
Just to chat
Maybe hug?
I’d like that

coffee shop thoughts

i wrote this one and the last one i posted while i was in Weston super-mare 🙂 had a lovely time there and wrote these down in my lovely notebook from disjointed rhyme 🙂
enjoy

sat in the coffee shop she waits
wondering if anyone will ever come
sadness overpowering her mind
happiness a past she left behind
as if her mind doesn’t want to heal
the wounds that puncture even deeper
i guess its possible to over think
dragging yourself to an early grave
the music playing, going over in your head
the thoughts from yesterday still there
what happened still very clear
a new beginning would bring some hope
but when ever she runs away
her body always leads her back
trying to get away from herself
she keeps on going in circles
all that’s going round her head
as she sits sipping her drink

The silence

starring out of the window
watching the world go by
tears streaming down her face
although she doesn’t know why

a sadness she’s unsure of
but all she’s ever known
a silent scream of pain she cries
but there’s no one around to care

sitting there in the silence
looking out through the glass
a smile slowly creeps on her face
as she remembers why she’s still there

goodbye

bringing all my thoughts together
before i lay you in the ground
the boy that i remember
that i was always around

as they lower you deeper
my mind flashes memories
those which i had quite forgotten
now to rest safe and sound

i know that i should be happy
that your suffering has now ended
but i let mine begin 
i let depression in

but as i go over these thoughts 
i relay you in the ground tonight
the girl that you remember 
lays too safe beneath the ground

Thank you

I’d like to tell you
How much it really means
For all the help you’ve given
It’s really made me see
That there are people out there
Out there for me
People who care
About you and me

You may not realise it
But your the reason I’m still here
You made me think about
Every thing that wasn’t clear
And now I understand
That life’s worth living
Even when I’ve lost
The closest thing to me

So I’d like to tell you
How much it really means
When I say I’m stupid
And you disagree
When every thing seems broken
You’ve fixed it for me
So I thank you for every thing

For making me smile
For making my life worth while
And helping me stop
Doing all the stupid things
I thank you for every thing

Aside

i close the doo…

i close the door to my past
burn all of my old photographs

i can’t see what i’ve done
so still i run

away from here
to a place my thoughts are clear

holding on to silly things
that my days of old used to bring

i can’t look at myself in the mirror
till every thing is so much clearer

damn, i used to know
everything was soo…

cold, in here i’m shivering
my thoughts washed away by this river

i can’t hold on