Archive for the ‘English Poetry’ Category




16
Aug

An Angle Or Human

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Who Is A Father
An Angle Or Human?

He Is Wise , He Is Very Nice
Who Understands His Child From Every Side

Protective And Caring
Great And Daring

He Is A Teacher, He Is A Guide
He Is Loving And Is Always Right

So We Should Pray For His Long Life
As He Is An Indispensable Part Of Our Lives



16
Aug

There Is A Child Who Sits And Broods

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There Is A Child
Who Sits And Broods

Over Her Inability To Age
Tingling With The Need

To Run Her Shaking Fingers
Over The Hands

Of The Boy Beside Her.
There Is A Child

Who Sits And Stares
Out The Window

Towards The Ocean
Because Dreaming Is The Method

She Must Use
To Save A Smile.

There Is A Child
Who Sits And Weeps

Over Innocence Forgotten
And Experience Neglected
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16
Aug

You Showed Me The Ropes

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You Showed Me The Ropes,
You Gave Me A Hand Up To Reach Them,
But You Never Pulled Them For Mr.

You Made Me Hear The Music,
Explained To Me The Notes,
But You Never Made Me Hear Them.

You Taught Me The Words,
Made Me Understand Them,
But Never Held The Pen For Me.

You Showed Me The Flowers,
Identified Them For Me,
But Never Smelt Them For Me.

You Loved Me Unconditionally,
Never Asked For Anything In Return,
And That’s Why I Love You So Much

16
Aug

When I Was Little And I Cried

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When I Was Little And I Cried
You Lovingly Held Me, And Let The Last Tear Fall,

When I Would Scrape My Knee
You’d Bandage It Up And Say “Be Careful”.

When My Birthday Was Horrible, You Smiled
And Promised The Next Would Be Perfect.

When I Would Lose My Temper,
You Had A Way To Calm Me Down.

When My Friends Left Me Behind,
You Gave Me Ice Cream And Said

“They’ll Come Around”
When I Had A Nightmare
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16
Aug

Slowly,Silently,Now The Moon

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Slowly,Silently,Now The Moon
Walks The Night In Her Silver Shoon

This Way, And That, She Peers, And Sees,
Silver Fruit Upon Silver Trees

One By One The Casements Catch
Her Beams Beneath The Silvery Thatch

Couched In His Kennel, Like A Log,
With Paws Of Silver Sleeps The Dog

From Their Shadowy Cote The Pink Breasts Peep
Of Doves In A Silver-Feathered Sleep

A Harvest Mouse Goes Scampering By,
With Silver Claws, And Silver Eye

And Moveless Fish In The Water Gleam,
By Silver Reeds In A Silver Stream