(un)sensless rhyming

dance
                trance

feeling
                healing

friend
                mend

celebrate
                create

love
                from Above


i modeled this as sort of a cause & effect rhyme. you may not call it a poem, so what. it makes me happy to know that when i dance, i get in a trance; when i start to admit to my true feelings, i start healing; my true friends are the ones who help me to heal; when i find a reason to celebrate, i am then able to create. and ive learned that true love is from God up above.


and if you need something that is in a poetic form you are used to, enjoy this!

warty fat and green
such strange scene.
some say they're gross
but i dont mind if they're close.
you can eat them if they're plain
but the smell can cause some pain.
no im not a frog.
just inspiration for this blog.
no its not a cucumber
ill end this before you slumber.
this poem may seem fickle
just to tell you its a pickle.


the topic "pickle" was submitted by my bestest friend. any poem title suggestions are welcomed!