Silence is golden
loneliness is bliss
Even in heartache
My soul feels your kiss
A simple response
would sometimes suffice
Yet all i get is silence
Much to my demise
Here's another one from around the same time period. I was playing with alliteration.
Naturally nature knows not what it need only what it wants when the wind will not blow.
It loves the loving, loathes the living and licks the life from me.
It hurts the hand held out of helps reach. It hates the hated happy hello of a hearty hero man.
It kisses you like only I want to.
This next one is very dear to me... lol. I made my English teacher cry in the 6th grade. This is the first poem I ever wrote (be gentle... lol) and it put me on the path to where I am now. Writing a book, hoping to self publish it once I finish it. It's called "People".
People lie and people cheat.
People cry as people deplete.
People don't know, people ask why.
People let go, people get high.
People run a muck, people run around.
People are schmucks and people are bound.
People who love and people who care,
are people that love and people that share.
People can't talk, people can learn.
People who walk, are people that earn.
People all aren't bad, people all are good.
People all aren't mad, people all aren't hoods.
.........People are you.
And people are....me.
People are friends... Don't you see?
I know that it's a little (I mean A LOT) repetitive, but I think I still feel the same sentiment when I read it now as when I wrote it then. Thanx for reading... my Peoples. :)
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