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this is just a collab of some poems i did. dont like dont read.

Something Serious
by Danah-Hime

I'm sitting in my room,
Thinking of something serious
Many serious things in fact
All swimming fervently through my head.

Work, education, the future
All something I need to think about
For when the time comes
That I need to lay down the rules

But that something serious
Seems wrong somehow
I can feel my childish heart drown
Pleading for a childish thought or dream

So I forget for a while
I'm a princess of Africa, spotted with diamonds
I'm a warrioress of a volcanic island
I choose to be someone different

Seriosness is alright
But there are times when I need to let go

Laughing in a Dark Room

As I sit with the people
So dark and dreary
I will laugh though my face
Be worn and weary

As I count the tiles
On the dark ceiling
I will laugh and laugh
Till my insides are reeling

As the people stare
At my strange acting
I will laugh to the skies
Like a maniac ranting

As the people leave
Uttering mutters
I will laugh to the ground
And the rats in the gutter

As time passes by
So quickly and frightening
I will laugh with the children
Playing with the rain and lightning

As the time comes to an end
And as I take my leave
I give one more laugh
To this solemn reprieve

Because even the darkest room can hold laughter

A Slow Song

Slowly singing
While church bells are ringing
Slowly singing
With the future time is bringing

Slowly dancing
With the youthful ones prancing
Slowly dancing
Like a sword man’s lancing

Slowly staring
At the loved ones, caring
Slowly staring
A new generation raring

Slowly charming
To the boys who are farming
Slowly charming
To an experience so alarming

We sing
We dance
We stare
We charm
We are the beat of a slow song

I Am But a China Doll

I am but a china doll
Who sits upon the mantle
I am too fragile and weak to play with you

I cannot run, nor sing, nor dance
I merely exist to look pretty for you
I can’t do anymore than smile sweetly

All I can do is watch you stare
Happily at first, but it fades
You grow bored with me easily

Then you show me off to your friends
Hoping to squeeze out some usefulness
I can’t do anything, I just stand there

I depend on you very much
Without you I would still be waiting in that box
Hoping someone will come and take me out

You don’t love me very much
But I am but a china doll
What is there to love?

tell meh what you think

All of your poems carry a bit of charm to them, but your poem Laughing in a Dark Room, specifically the fifth stanza, stood out to me. The meter was simple and caught me easily.