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| First time writing "proper" poetry........please comment | |
| By cacman | ||||||||||||||
| 19 March 2008 | ||||||||||||||
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Below are a few of Poems I've written, as you will see they follow a similar pattern in the way there written, however this is my first attempt at writing such things and these both actually came straight from my head when I was feeling low one day. The second of the two is actually written about a close friend of mine, hope you like and any comments both negative (but constructive) and positive are welcome Thanks Jack The melancholy death of the lift boy: There one was a boy who had finished his shift He pressed the button to take the lift, With a whine and a groan the lift did stop. Quickly on the lift boy did hop Pressed the button for the ground Lift juddered and moved with a crunch and a sound The low lift music softly hummed While lift boy, a magazine he thumbed Suddenly a dreadful noise What was that thought the boy The lights went a flicker, Towards the ground it hurried quicker All alone lift boy screamed Whilst of family and friends he dreamed With all his will he got on his knees "oh lord please save me" But this journey would be his last, For the ground he had hit too fast His short life had been one hell of a joy But this would be The melancholy death of the lift boy The Lovable Life of the Cat keeper: There was an old lady who loved her cats She couldn't say why but that was that She kept them in her small house Where there was never ever a mouse Her small cottage garden there private domain Chasing the butterfly's time and again Snoring and snoozing under the oak Or running from the rain avoiding a soak Dinner was a bit of a bit of a chore, 8 Moggy dinners in bowls on the floor licking a lapping they'd eat in a herd After they'd sleep, whilst gently they purred, At night when she was never alone in the house No of course there was no mouse, But they all came to sleep with her where she led 8 little fluff balls at the foot of the bed Love is: Love see us through dark times it shows us we are not alone it tells us when things end, and when new lives start Love shows us we are weak, but together we can be so strong it a special moment between two hearts that will never bee seen again Love shows us true loneliness It shows us we are fallible it proves a point, when theirs no point to prove Love shows us our dreams are real it tells when and what to feel it guides us on life's path but can sometimes lead us away Love can hide for many years and show its heart when least expected with a best friend, an old friend or a new one but always its unexpected, Love when found is a light, a dream, and hope can know no bounds, can see no fear, keeps you warm at night, holds your hand in the rain Love simply is, and lets us be who we are
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