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Rolling surf and salty air, Sandwiches and pop, Donkey rides without a care, Ice cream with nuts on top, Paddling 'mid frothy waves, Tickling my toes, And Uncle Albert, buried there, Laughing through...
You never think about how close you are to being a grown up until its almost here. To me graduation and jobs and everything was so far away,distant and nothing to worry about.
What is it all for if everything you own ends up in a skip. When your possessions and things end up in the tip. Went back to my late nans house today.
April and I were sticking our tongues out, making peace signs, we were in the back seat of Ian's car, I couldn't even remember where we were going, probably the beach, we always went to the beach...
The photo of you stays by the window. And fades more everyday. As if it knows our relationship, Is beginning to crumble away.
#household A white dress, A jewellery box, A gold necklace, Some stripy socks. A silk bow, Some ruby slippers, An old saucepan, That smells like kippers.
If only I could change the world Here is what I'd do, I'd go back to the good old days Where they were fair for me and you.
The jewellery box filled with special things A ballerina dances as my heart sings A little trinket my father gave to me When we laughed as I sat on his knee A medal I won, my how I ran fast These...
Traveling from day to night. From hot to cold. Through candy floss clouds. Last sunset to behold. Seeing loved ones again. A loving embrace. So much I have missed. My little angels face.
#youngwritershousehold. **. As the melodic tune sang through the air,. Children came rushing out from everywhere,. Choco-chip and banana flave,. Many children and different flavours they crave,.
#household A jewellery box Without any locks Is not the place To keep your socks. Nor is it a place To keep a fox Or your grandfather clocks Or any amount Of igneous rocks.
#household Wind up the key, The musical heart, The tune starts. It has a power, Memories of old, A fool's vows were told.
A golden necklace with a real gold coating It was lost in the river when granny was boating A seaman found it and gave it back From grannies jewellery box to my necklace rack A silver bracelet from...
#household. Hidden away. Each and every day. This jewelry box holds. Precious memories untold. It was made by my father. 13 years ago, maybe much longer. He made it for me. A red box with gold.
If only I'd of said. All those things I thought could be read. If only I'd told you. That I love you too. If only we'd tried. Instead of cried. If only things had been. Different and we'd seen.
Warmth feeding warmth Cold fingerprints in the delicate condensation Tracing faces and absent cares On the glass of beer before me.
Buildings surround what was once open spaces. Houses and homes bring new interesting faces. And I stand just a little bit taller. Than the first girl I kissed when I was two feet smaller.
Hey princess how are you. Yeah I've had a few drinks and thinking of you. Remember how I used to get in a mood. Too many drinks and getting screwed. Then end up offending and being rude.
Golden rays, breaking through,. A canopy of trees, hiding me and you. We watch as the sun rises higher in the sky,. We watch the clouds pass idly by. I feel the warmth of the sun's gaze,.
I've arrived in the county. Not renowned for its bounty. But rather the phrases. Of now familiar faces. The neighbourhood is peaceful. Affluent and successful. I'm ushered to the front door.
#acorn Behind the wardrobe's The Land of Forgotten, Where dust bunnies play in a destitute land. And old nails and needles And treasures abandoned Are waiting, just waiting to fall under hand.
What sad symposiums these walls echo. Fleeting glimpses of times gone by, Of shadows hinted at in half-seen meetings... And what ovated orchestras these columns whisper.
I tell you this my friend; many pleasures await you in this glorious life, some of them are truly momentous and others seem matter of fact. There is one though I must admit, I simply cannot fathom.
One of my first poems......kinda bad lol Sounds as sweet as laughter Ringing through my ears Church bells chiming far away My eyes, they fill with tears The salty tears fall from my eyes Across...