Personally I find this slightly cheesy, but that's ok. Also, this was supposed to be a song as well, but again I got lazy and just tweaked it to be a poem. :) Appreciate
The things That are Loved. For those things Can be taken Gone In an instant. In a snap of fingers, A puff of breath, A tick of a clock, A skip of a rock. Keep the seconds Of the life that we live Counted. Because everything we know, Everything we have, Everything we love, Can go. Take care of the things That can be gone. They can leave In a snap of fingers, A puff of breath, In a tick of a clock, The skip of a rock. If we appreciate Anything at all If we appreciate Things big and small If we count the seconds Of The Life We live All the time, We'll know That Everything we love Can Go.
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The flower
In the flower patch Is different. It lies Golden yellow In a sea of blue. It has no one, No one to compare to, And it feels Alone. The others, The sea of blue, Is one. Together, They decide. Together, They mock The poor golden flower. The young boy In the schoolhouse Is different. He is peaceful In a sea of chaos. The boy goes out, Out to the flower patch, Crying. One by one He pulls Every blue flower As golden one Watches in horror. Across the flower patch He sees a girl A girl who's peaceful. He takes the sea, The sea of blue flowers, To her, And together They walk into The sunset. The golden flower No longer looks At the peaceful Boy and girl, As the sea of blue Is now gone, Revealing What Was Hidden. Revealing Another golden flower. This was originally supposed to be a song, but I got lazy and decided to turn it into a poem :)
What happens when the moon shines bright, When the stars twinkle With that glowing light? What happens when the sun's up high, With no clouds Up in the sky? The flowers Are painted bright. The leaves, Have a glowing light. The grass is Dew drop-filled Nothing but an open field The sky So bright and blue. The fruit So juicy and new What happens when the moon shines bright? What happens there in the night? What happens, sun in the sky? What happens? The flowers Are painted bright. The leaves, Have a glowing light. The grass is Dew drop-filled Nothing but an open field The sky So bright and blue. The fruit So juicy and new The flowers The leaves The grass The sky The fruit What happens? The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright, Is Sad. Its leaves are dropping, Dripping With Rain, Filled with despair. The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright, Is Happy. Hugging me With Shade, Filled with joy. The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright, Is Scared. Shaking In the Wind, Filled with fear. I miss those days when The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright, Would tell me How it felt. But now I'm grown; Now I know That trees cannot do such. But wait. Is that the tree Saying he's crushed? I can feel the tree beaming with pride When I decide to stop And Say Goodbye. |
AboutHi, I'm Jen Starzec, and I'm 19 years old. I write a lot about disability and chronic illness, especially related to my main disorder, Transverse Myelitis. I also have a lot of poetry and some short stories. Enjoy! Categories
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