A small child explored a rocky beach As he ate a peach His foot slipped and he fell Then he found a sea shell It was tiny And shiny He put it in his pocket Then remembered, in his pocket was a locket Of his sister whom had died All because he had lied He remembered the day They were at the bay He had told his sister the ocean was calm As she looked at her palm “I don’t know how to swim” She told him He convinced her it was okay As he watched the ocean spray She frowned Then went into the ocean and drowned
I've noticed that my poems seem to revolve around death lately.. Even if I have the intention of making a happy or funny poem.. Oh well, I still like how they turn out. Let me know what you guys think of it! Posted 9/22/2016