Time

Ok, guys, I'm like a poet now so I'm not keeping track of the number. You'll know if its a poem, just read the label. Here it goes-

Flying, flying all the time,
Well that's just what it is,
It may not be just yours or mine,
But what a wonder time is!

I find that I use it for everything,
For every single thing,
From chores to food, writing and writing :P
What a wonder time is!

I try not to waste it,
You should try too,
You will never, ever regret-
Not wasting time to poo!

Time, man, what a wonder!
It isn't pink or blue,
I know I said this thrice before but,
Time is a wonder, it is.

My Second Poem : Stars

Stars, shining yellow and bright,
Two usual combinations.
Showing the way at the dark of night,
Lighting up little spaces.

What holds them up there?
Gravity? Oh, Bogus!
Making a path for people everywhere,
Stealing many-a-glance.

What are they made of?
Gases? Oh, Bogus!
An endless, burning matchstick in space?
Or a flying ball of fire?

Stars, shining yellow and bright,
Why are they up there?
To show the way at the dark of night,
Lighting up little spaces.

My First Poem: The Rain

Sorry for not posting anything for so long. I couldn't find a good topic to write about.

Please no bad comments as it is the first time I am writing a real poem.

Here you go...

The Rain

One day, I woke up in the middle of the night,
With my lamp on my desk, shining bright,
I looked out of my window and saw the rain,
And it washed away all my sorrow and pain.

Even when the dawn came,
The rain was still the beautiful same,
It was so great that it put me in a trance,
Because it was such a beautiful glance.

In the afternoon the rain finally stopped,
I was broken-hearted when it ceased,
I knew, deep in my heart, that it would come again,
And I would wait for it, until it came.