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Today, I thought about my Grandad. How he would probably be proud of me now. After all of these years. Finally. A real man.
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Today, I thought about my Grandad. How he would probably be proud of me now. After all of these years. Finally. A real man.
Where did you go, old friend of mine. I turned and you were gone.
I wish to go back to America again. Where life just seemed so relaxed. Where time was only a phrase that was used when the sun was going down.
If you want to escape, hop into a book. I promise there's more here than how it may look. Torn cover, tattered pages, some wear and some tear.
Sometimes I miss you. Late at night. Alone in my house. In the quiet moonlight. And I sit in bed. And look at pictures of us. And play your favorite songs. Read your notes that are covered in dust.
Can we go back to those old days Before you were with her Back when we were happy Because we surely were Before you started smoking To find a sick escape Before I was slicing veins Just to feel...
Old wooden box, With an old golden lock, Old golden hinges, A dust laden clock, Lies on the lid, Old golden gears, Ticking away, But no one hears, No one to see, It's intricate design, It lies there...
#colourchallenge. Entering the bedroom. of this old and. run down place. My eyes settle on the old. throw trimmed. with Antique lace. Exquisitely embroidered. with old gold. coloured thread.
This poem was written for the 70th birthday celebration of a former farmer and cricket fanatic. By Tom May.
My grandmother sat in her chair, Her head covered with white-grey hair. I looked into her old gold-brown eyes, Innocent, they told no lies.
Society instructs us to grow up so fast, Childhood not built to last. In Fisher Price kitchens as we play house, Our biggest fear catching louse.
I miss those warm days. And sleeping in late. I miss the nightly runs. And Tuesday movie dates. I miss fresh cut grass. And chlorinated pools. I miss shorts and tank tops. And acting like a fool.
Not to long ago,. When we were so young,. We thought we knew what love was,. But only confusing we sung,. Not to far back,. All the memories we made,. If only we could have prevented them,.
Still thinking when...
I know i saw you before... You were lively, vibrant, full of hope and most encouraging... I believe you even created a strong foundation of God's masterpiece...
As I nimbly cross the majestic barriers, driving my way down each curving roads towards a destiny not my own, I find that thought has left me yet unconscious.
This was not originally intended to be a love poem, but it had a mind of it's own. Oh well...
Cried when I wrote this. All of the things I miss are in here. Some of them are so weird, but that's all the things that makes me:) Do you know what I miss.
As she sat there on the plane, His ring upon her finger, She felt the tingle of true love And prayed that it would linger.
can't we just lay here. we can listen to that record, ya know, the one with that song that changed everything. just slowly drifting into each others minds.
I lay in bed, unmoved by the breaking of dawn, And stare out across my room Which, since I stirred Has become gradually crowded with the misty memories Of long-since melted winters, and crisp summer...
As you trudge along the high street In your dog-eared Santa hat What you need's a super shop That'll sell you this and that Loads of bags from different stores And resentment on your face Why isn't...
He sits alone and quietly, On the corner of the bed, Watching her grow up, Realisation in his head.
A tiny home close to my heart, Where I lived a happy life.. The place where my journey starts, Devoid of any worry or strife.. Five years I gave to learning, Here in this wonderful place..