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madison-court
madison-court
I am 16 years old and aspire to become someone that others look up to. I have had one poem published in a book titled International Who's Who in Poetry 2012 called The Fountain. I hope to have more published in the future.
Once a leaf fell from a tree The thick green above was all it could see It wanted to be tall, just like its first home The leaf was oblivious and reality unknown Never would it sprout roots or branches Nor would the leaf ever receive the chances Its life and death would take place on that ground When suddenly with the wind that leaf was found It moved smoothly just like the clouds Along the many feet of many crowds Moved with the current, up and down Stepped on, with a thick crunching sound The leaf flew elegantly through the air Past children playing, ever so slightly brushing against their hair During quick gusts pieces of it were torn Its face was tattered and forever out worn When it rained the leaf was, not to be airborne again Until the sun dried it up and it fled It carried on like so, its life not quite so mild When the leaf landed in a river whose water was wild The water spun it around, above the surface and below Until it stopped fighting and sunk, never again would it show This leaf met its end but it cannot alter The ripple it sent out into the water
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
Just A Leaf
Whilst wondering about a small fair town In November leaves and draped with white gown A youth of sweet content and happily placed Dripped and tinted in long lovely lace No hint of true distaste Upon her heavenly face And whilst wondering through the town A prince came beholding a crown But richest were not in her interest She’d rather a big heart of no distress The prince never gave up coming again with complements sweet. But flattery had no impact She’d rather an honest act, true and concrete Another try; but his last He offered the girl a castle wide and vast But again he came to defeat For the girl preferred a home cozy and neat So, at last issuing failure the prince returned to his riches And the girl left alone and contented without wishes Remember this story, for the girl left happily poor Pleased with her life of freedom, no more And so showed she knew life was about what was kind And not about money, thick and blind
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
November Leaves