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She saw him, she liked him She liked him, she loved him She loved him, she let him He left her -Anonymous.
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She saw him, she liked him She liked him, she loved him She loved him, she let him He left her -Anonymous.
Poetry, you must agree, need not rhyme; it is diverse. It may be, as you can see, a poem like this that's in free ver-- Damnit!.
He'd say it's me, He'd say it's me ruined. But this was a joint effort, That we both had been brewing. I've made mistakes, But he played his part. He kept it all hidden and showed me no depth of...
CRASH!BANG!WALLOP. Bombs crashing on the ground. Whistle Choo Choo, Evacuee you've got to go. Depressed ,guilty and unwanted, No one wanting to choose you.
I know I've hurt you, I know you care. But the pain won't stop, Only while you're there. But sometimes I think, Of all we've been through. Our rollercoaster ride Of shame and of pride.
I don't know your name- I don't know how old you are... All I know is that your eyes reflect something spectacular.....
Night out How beautiful are thou You come with calmness With thy clear skies, As the moon and stars Beautify thee. You come with peace and joy as I lay down in bed.
Isn't it funny how poetry is full of sorrow, I write, and write, until there's no tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, it's just an observation, Is it a release, a sanctuary, escape, or momentary vacation.
Today's the first day I felt so alone, nowhere to run nowhere to go. The thoughts start swirling and my mind's not at ease, I feel that rush in my chest. Then that tight squeeze.
Reflection What I see In the black mirror I can never love My image clearer I see a hurt boy, Injured by fear. Scared of the world, Scared of the tears. In time, The scars may heal.
I saw a waterfall Go cascading down There were rainbows sparkling on the mist Dancing on each rounded drop I watched them go And thought to myself, "how much I would like to do that too!" Tumbling...
Boring, boring, All students are snoring. The teacher's a bore, There's boredom galore. The work sheet is easy, The classroom is breezy, There's a very odd smell- And finally; the bell.
You wander in my dreams, My thoughts always on you. But you don't see the extremes, Of my heart yearning for you..
Sausages have that taste They have the smell of tasty loveliness They look like they Have the life to live. As you enter them into your mouth It is so bouth. As you turn around I take it out..
Today I feel just sad. Or maybe blue. But something feels just hollow. The reason is not concrete. Though I am sure that I feel this way. It hasn't crept up. Or sprang in with a surprise.
The wind in Windsor blows leafs wildly, bringing out the old child inside of me...
As I sit here, watching from some place familiar, yet hauntingly destitute, I ponder several questions. Envy is a sin, but isn't loneliness just as sinful.
Who will answer me today. My wooden brother needs your hand, A visitor stands outside, Will you beckon them to your land?.
I GUESS THIS IS KIND OF LIKE A VERSE FROM A SONG I JUST RANDOMLY CAME UP WITH...
Frisky baby lizards. Run and skip and play. Dandelions in the breeze. Twist and stretch and sway. Glossy liquid amber leaves. Tremble, whip and shake. Knotted branches on the trees.
Green eggs and ham. Bread, butter and jam. Salt and pepper shakers. The reverend and the makers. I want to write a poem. Wait, nothing rhymes with poem. Oh yes actually... Sewing. Hmm maybe not.
Home, is where I feel safe. Home, the place I know you'll be, just in case. Home, I can sit and not say a word. Home, the silence is only heard. Home, the place not too far.
4 more days, you're counting down. It's not that long, ill try not to frown. Feels like forever since I've seen my best friend. Although this is a holiday, I can't wait for it to end.
Tell my mother not to be sad. It was my choice and I was glad Tell my father I am proud. I will miss his voice so loud Tell my brother don't end up like me. But my bike keys are his permanently.