The mystery poem
My happiness is made from-
A baby happy tears,
The joy of a child
Like a mother’s happiness.
I found happiness-
In a mysterious mountain,
A courage of a knight,
Caged in a lots of sweets
This secret can-
Make happiness in the world,
Even make dreams come true
A bowl that a dog pees,
If I lost this secret-
No more happiness dreams,
Like a lonely goat,
My sadness is from –
The rain droplets from a cloudy
Angry cloud,
The sadness at home having
Trouble with family,
The cry of a poor little puppy.
I found it –
Frozen under the icy sad door,
Water dripping quickly,
Trapped in the sadness world,
Left in the dreams,
Where they squat like a tortoise.
This sadness can –
Open the devastate hearts of poor animals
Smooth like a gorgeous snow,
Cup that is a cat’s purr,
In a empty palm,
Break heavy snow.
If i lost this sadness –
Even the big scary creepy monster will bleat…
A heart’s dream
My beauty is made from-
The enchanted rose of
Beauty and the beast,
The love of a magnificent mother,
The wishes from a fairy godmother,
The lullabies of the sweet,
Birds,
And the shooting stars golden dust.
I found it-
Trapped in a flowers case,
Hiding in a battle ship,
Sitting on a sofa,
Which is a hard rock,
Crouching on the end of
A cotton-candy cloud,
And caged in a cats mouth.
This beauty can-
Fulfill a hearts dream,
Make people fans of this power,
Make people say
“She is an angel!”,
And help a woman
Become a celebrity.
If I lost this beauty-
Even the dead people would feel it…
My anger is made from-
The wholesome trees that shine like a star,
The red magma spitting out lava,
The burning fire that burned 700 houses,
The fiery dragon that breathed out salvo,
And the toxic wine-coloured lizard that is lethal.
I found it-
Hidden on the top of Mount Everest,
Walking as slow as a snail,
Small as an envy caterpillar,
And it was camouflaged on a grey pebble.
It can make-people hearts turn dark,
It can turn them into a supervillain,
Make them injustice,
And they will become as evil as a witch.
If I lose this anger,
The world will become peaceful,
There will be no fights,
And the world will have justice!
The sun gleam sun heart of gold
My sorrow is mae from-
the coldness of a dead man’s casket,
the numb little bug trying to survive
the greeting of a battle heros’ welcome,
the darkness of the Grim reapers lost soul,
and a bittersweet reminder of winter’s fragile kiss.
I found it-
bottled up in a wizard’s lair,
concealed in the crisp edges of an ancient map,
caged and hidden in an archaeological dig,
discovered in the tombs of great Pharos,
where the Sun gleams a heart of gold.
This secret can-
freeze the souls of the most courageous of gods,
lead June Feild to the wrong prediction,
expel all joy from the world,
and break the Milky way,
make the wind wild,
calm the seas from megalodons,
and destroy the hearts of many.
My happiness is made from-
the first subscriber that hits the like button,
the first smile of a newborn baby,
and a rainbow coated in my greatgrandad’s wishes.
I found it-
In the holy place of a muslim in Saudi Arabia,
holding onto the Kabbah,
and crying happy tears.
This happiness can-
give people a good life,
wash away their sins from the past,
and help with no gossip.
If I lost this happiness-
even the earth will
have an earthquake.
My soul is made from-
the best ballerina from the dead,
the heart from a smiling shark,
the brain for a teacher,
the Chinese dragon that is bloody,
And the bravery from a killer whale
I found it –
in a river filled with blood like a battlefield
trapped in a captain’s treasure chest,
in a cage with snakes,
found by archeologist,
Where my pirates fight a gruesome battle for my soul.
The secret can –
open a sad soul made from gold,
a girl what spills tea,
spit from god,
And a broke heart waiting to be restored.
Heart wrenching
My sadness is made from-
The cry from a bad behaved baby,
The silence from a funeral of a dead man,
The mist of a dark woodland forest,
And the thorns from a monster.
I found it-
Imprisoned in a bottomless pit never able to get out,
Crouched in a locked cage,
In a never ending nightmare.
This sadness can-
Eliminate all of the happiness,
Ereas all of the colour only left in black and white,
The sadness never stops.
Frustration
My frustration is made from-
The anger of the old man on meditation lane ,
The rage of the iniquity cat trying to chase the troublesome laser,
The blazing hot road chuckling at you
As your feet melt faster than a blink of an eye , whale smoke avenges into the winter sky and the touch of summers pity kiss [lants a droplet of sorrow into your heart
I found it-
Hidden, shoved and ignored in the shallow corners of the room,
Creased up upon the side of the road
Incarcerated in a crate trying to be free,
Where the boorishness of people are messenger performing and committing the evilness of beelzebub himself.
This frustration cam-
Pry through The Great Wall of China,
Tear apart the boundary of
he earths crust,
Until all is left is a useless cup of
Grains.
If i lost this secret-
Even the ignorant emotion of wickedness
would feel a small part of hardship glowing in its heart
as it suddenly perishes in a click.
My joy is made out from-
The midnight sun shining in my eyes,
The breathtaking lives by humble paramedics,
The shooting star gaze, and my mothers love.
I found it-
By the bright,amusing,outstanding water fall,
Covered in cherry like bushes,
caged in a moldy,fungus tin,
Hidden like the FBI was on the chase for it.
This joy can-
Parish wickedness for harts,
Bring out sunshine,
Help you with good deeds,
Kill you in a matter of seconds,
And eliminate the Devel till he is dust.
If I lost this wonderful joy-
The earth will disappear into thin air
Not knowing a single thing coming up.
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