Poetry
I hope
you enjoy reading some of my poetry.
The
Special Stranger
With his conversations, his mannerisms, his touch, His friendliness, His willingness to
listen. Others treat her as if she’s poison, With her conversations, her mannerisms, her touch, Even though she’s always friendly, They’re not willing to listen. Who would make her feel normal and not like poison, Her heart thanks him, For being that special stranger who was never afraid
to listen. |
Love as Santa
Love is only a grown up version of Santa, I think she may have had a point, So hear me out. (Hell,
I’m just waiting for a someone!) To walk through that door, But they never are delivered, Maybe they go missing forever in Santa’s factory. I still believe it’s for real, ‘Cos I know one day it’ll
be Christmas for me. |
Jon’s Golden Pants
With golden ties acting as his fly, The room was dark, Suddenly an image of five kings made the waiting
people scream, The excitement raised the roof.
Of the five kings, While storms of people made sounds of thunder with
their feet, Clapping and cheering surrounded everyone, As the excitement raised the roof. Finally the moment that we were waiting for came, The leader came on stage, He captured my eye, By his charisma, By the way that he was overwhelmed, The excitement raised the roof. And there they were, Jon’s golden pants, Then the excitement really raised the roof. |
The Untouched Beauty
As we weaved through the untouched
beauty. Someone must have created such magnifical wonders, Peacefully I debated the possibility of a god, Or was evolution the creator of the untouched beauty. With such love and thought, Of every hill, mountain, grass and rock, A higher being has to be a pausable explanation for the untouched beauty. And about my destiny, Did they have a plan for me like they had for the untouched beauty? |
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