She is playing the piano
On which there is a single red rose
Her date had given her for the event
The grand hall that she is siting in
Is tightly packed with admirers
But her attention wavered somewhere
On the other end of the hall
Where there was a closed window
From where she wanted to escape to freedom
Dear person who is reading this,
Hello! I'm sorry for the fading rose. Its sort of a reminder that nothing is forever. And neither is this letter. But you found it in time. And its true, I don't know you. And I have nothing too awesome to inform you. Except that: its a great view from this park bench and you should take the breather you look for. Enjoy your day!
A morning's greeting
I haven't quite felt my hand until you held it
A light, a colour, or temperature to move through it
There's so much more to this palm than I knew to
And I don't want to lose this combined pulse ever again
I feel as light as could be
Hey you! Looking at me with such bold and shy eyes
I know you want to be my new best friend
Maybe we can sit and have a cookie together
Maybe we can have long walks by the beach
Cause I know I want to be you're new best friend too
I sat by my study table
And the fairytale sat on my table
I waited with patience for the book
To come to life before my eyes
But all I saw was the wooden table
In front of me the whole time
From under the ground and into my tummy
You are the best thing that ever existed
Everyone feels the power of a single potato chip
I forgive you because I'm indifferent
I forgive you because I'm excited
I forgive you for myself
I forgive you to forget you
I forgive you because I am sorry
I forgive you because I keep forgetting you
I forgive you because you have forgotten me.
Forgone. Forgiven. Fordone.
I live with hopes
And I do not live without
I find my path when I have hope
It is my season
The season of new beginings
All the new promises I will make
But never have I seen before
A hope that could be broken
And you showed me that
But I will always find a new hope
This is a poem. Its a new day!
As I sat outside my porch on a beautiful sunday morning,
The light of the sun fell on my guitar and the little picture of a red rose that I stuck onto its body.
I remembered everything that the music reminded me
And I strummed happily lost in the moment.
A buzzing U.F.O passing by contains two things.
A shooting star was in sight from up high.
A thing said ,"My what a beautiful sight this mountain is !"
This is a silly poem
This is a poem. I think I'm going to title it :Enough
They say adventure comes to those who look for it.
Or someone who is brave enough to pursue it
It seems the good and bad of the journey
Become one in the eyes of the adventurer.
I may hear my call but will I be brave enough to follow it
Hard as it maybe all risks are positives for a trier
I just want to tap into the adventurer in me and go forth boldly .