Poems by a Young Writer
The Breeze
Life is a breeze,
It flows where it please,
Don’t sit down and watch it fly,
Because soon enough, it will go by.
The Breeze (Haiku)
A breeze is like life,
Don’t sit down and watch it fly,
Soon, it will go by.
Megan
There’s this girl I like you see,
I like it when she looks at me,
I like the way she smiles
I like the way she walks,
I even like the ways she talks.
I have to ask her out, oh Megan D.
Will you please go out with me?
Love like Fire
I see her staring,
She looks at me,
I see her flirting,
Can she not see.
The way she makes me feel,
The way I want her mine,
But she will not feel,
That her beauty is so devine.
And so she'll sit as always,
Ignorant and tire
Us as we race,
For her love that is like fire.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
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