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Tommas Smyth Jan 2014
It is true my 'poetry' is sh*t,
I don't like it either,
I write it to suit the rest,
I don't like seeing crap on the internet,
Neither do I like seeing it in my life,
I am sorry for wasting your time
Reading bad poetry is a pain,
So I apologize for that too..
Have a nice day and move on,
And forget about today.
Tommas Smyth Dec 2013
Midnight meal
Lonely I feel
I wish you were here
To hear my ****** poetry
To hear my ****** poetry
At 1 am,
At midnight.
Tommas Smyth Jan 2014
Plum tree, oh! plum tree,
Do you hear me weep?
My heart is broken,
My heart is week;
My love is forgotten
My heart is in pain.

Plum tree, oh,plum tree,
Will you hear me please?
My love has left me,
My Friends are gone,
My heart is in pain
I am lonely again.

Plum tree, oh! plum tree!
What a lovely tree!
You guard me at night,
You send me good dreams!

Plum tree! oh! plum tree!
Guard me please!
I wish for courage,
I wish for hope,
I wish for determination,
And I wish for inner peace.
Tommas Smyth Dec 2013
The date of the day was the first of of November,
The sky was covered with grey clouds in layers
When the rain drops slashed upon the stairs
Where trees stood with their branches bare
At the time the sunshine would be on the square
A man with with a black umbrella was standing there,
Waiting for a girl with red shoes to appear.
But then she appeared in the colours of summer,
Wearing a shirt in blue and a plain white skirt
With nothing warm but a dark red scarf;
She was covered in raindrops and water in her hair,
Shaking and shivering in the cold November air.
Tommas Smyth Aug 2015
STOP

White top, pyjamas, feathers
White hair, blue shorts, curiosity.
No chlorophyll asparagus,
Plants in decay—scent.
I wish I knew you,
I wish I could catch up to you,
to tell you my name.
(not that it is important)
I want to know your story
----you fears, your passion,
the dead sea lion.
Will I see you again
-yes                 -no
white hair, feather, pyjamas,
West Coast Trail, boulders,
Thats how I will remember you
but I wish it were more....

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