My Poems

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Feel free to criticize, I'm not posting them in the art section because nobody lives there.



Adventure


Through depths of

sadness and depression

comes new light

forming new hopes

creating new dreams


The light is pure

cleansing your soul

from the sadness

that once controlled you

making decisions that

now you will never make


Go on, sweet child,

Go and find your calling

Your Destiny









Annnnd...




Fishing Trip


In the early morning we all awake,

and head down to the shimmering lake.

The birds were chirping all around

and the sun is emerging from the ground.


We step into the boat and race across

the tranquil waters of lake Malross.

We looked around for our special spot,

then we slowed down “The motor’s shot!”


So here we were, stuck out here

with nothing to drink but my father’s beer.

We waited and waited for much too long,

listening to the bird’s beautiful song.


But their song was interrupted by a sound

that was getting louder by leaps and bounds

“A boat!” my dad squealed with glee.

By the time we were rescued it was quarter to three.
 

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