Amongst all the problems in this world to which we live but hidden away safe from harm an Incredible love Sometimes all It takes Is to reach out and take hold To admit that sometimes In life you just can't cope A cry for help there are so many good people out there who listen and offer their help If the world had more good people running our lives Instead all the corrupt politicians what a different world we'd see Life would be so much more pleasurable and a much nicer place to be
So much good to be found In a world of much trouble but also so much love to be found just reach out It's there cry out but find It
It's the drone Of some forgotten tune Bubbling up static from A radio station you've never heard of, Lack luster in comparison To the glow of their voice When they'd murmur the Curves and valleys of song And sway their hips In sync with the rhythm In the early blush Of the mid-morning sun Soaking the kitchen whole,
The run in with a smell That only half encapsulated The fire in their hair And the spirit in their heart, Nuzzled warm against the Breathless rasp of winter, Somehow seeming to weave itself Into all of your clothes, No matter how many times you washed them, But it was okay Because you didn't mind Always having them close to you,
The upturned stretch Of a stranger's lips As they hand you your coffee And for a moment so quick You hardly catch it wink into existence, You see their face again, And hold up the line, Now shifting with impatience, Because you forgot that Your feet weren't cemented To the ground,
And it's things such as these That for a fraction so small You might just miss it,
I will make a mirror with your love in my little heart and I will always see you on that secret mirror when you will be apart!
I will make nature beautiful with your memory on my tired eyes then I can see you and your imagery. Yeah, I will do this I make a promise!
If you forget me forever and don't love me anymore then it'll make me happy and takes away all my fears but no one can see how much pain is in my broken heart! Sweet, it'll bring me too tears they can make a salty sea!
How do you obtain the grower of love? Will it take the flight of another dove? To reach the skies and receive the light How blinded I am by your helpless sight No longer should you be so bold or rash To sit is to run and avoid the lash And look to the ground to soak in the red A flower takes time to grow from the dead From seed and patience this rose did arise To kiss the grower, a pleasant surprise
I did this poem for English class. it is (I hope) in perfect iambic pentameter, however I may come back to revise it if I see a mistake. This poem is dedicated to a renewed hope, and wonderful feelings of happiness. (Updated)