Helloooo! :D I know that the majority of the poems I write are depressing and dark but I just wanted to let people know that I'm not a suicidal maniac I'm actually a very happy and cheerful person! In fact I'm reminiscent of a hyena on prozac which is quite the opposite! I just find depressing poems easier to write! Ok that's it! Happy writing! Love Emily! xxxxxxx |
As I wistfully watch the young ones dance
from my quiet corner of valiance...
Can't you see the face at the window?
Wistfully gazing in...
There was once a lonely cabbage,
As lonely as can be...
She first met him by moonlight
As she ran away from home...
Simple poppy by a tomb
Mourns a boy from mother's womb...
Somehow it's come round again, that day of frills...
Stuffed toys and sweets invade the shops and cause...
The crickets give the rhythm
The storm strikes up the band...
Simple poppy by a tomb
Mourns a boy from mother's womb...
A mother with a gentle hand
To soothe her young son's brow...
I wish I had been able to keep the layout of this...
To live is so much more than to survive. |
'Wouldn't it be amazing if ice cream could talk??!!' - Jenny |
I see you glance at the outer shell from time to time but do you see the shadow trapped underneath? |