"driftly" poems
I wake up every morning to a cup of coffee,
Someone always says something a bit too raunchy.
The first thought that driftly comes to mind,
Just so happens to be a truly fine friend of mine.
I care, though it seemed to sadly tear,
What we had was nothing merely than a dare.
He's been through a lot, the poor little devil,
But I was always there to save him from something civil.
All I can really do, is try and be your true friend,
But it's really hard, when you keep pushing us to an end.
When I go to sleep every night to a comfy bed and tears,
It starts to really bother me, when I notice I haven't been happy in years.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
A CUTE LITTLE SPARROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh! I wish I could be like her,
Oh! I wish I could be like her,
With brown feathers
A creature with metres.
She soars in azure like an eagle,
Her chanting is so dart,
Which over flows my heart
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
She nibbles the rice driftLy like an ant,
She swallows the water & dance in it
Like a peacock in rain.
Oh! I wish I could be like her
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
Her voice is so thrilling like a peacock in farm,
Her life is so stunning like a butterfly,
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
Days and days after Mays,
She starts to make nest
With a press of grass
And fear of crow cast.
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
I wish I could swoop like her,
I wish I could chant like her,
Oh! I wish I could be like her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-BY LEKHA SUCHAK
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
Oh! I wish I could be like her,
Oh! I wish I could be like her,
With brown feathers
A creature with metres.
She soars in azure like an eagle,
Her chanting is so dart,
Which over flows my heart
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
She nibbles the rice driftLy like an ant,
She swallows the water & dance in it
Like a peacock in rain.
Oh! I wish I could be like her
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
Her voice is so thrilling like a peacock in farm,
Her life is so stunning like a butterfly,
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
Days and days after Mays,
She starts to make nest
With a press of grass
And fear of crow cast.
Oh! I wish I could be like her.
I wish I could swoop like her,
I wish I could chant like her,
Oh! I wish I could be like her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-BY LEKHA SUCHAK
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC