"imake" poems
Slowly the snow falls to the ground.
And, as I walk Imake no sound.
I hear the crunch upon the floor,
And, even now it snows still more.
The snow falls slowly, silently like feathers.
Falling to the ground.
And, even tho' the snow is cold, it makes
A cheerful Cloud.
Some people think it's boring, slow and dull,
But me, I think it's wonderful.
I see the footprints on the floor,
I see the rabbits upon the moor.
I see the mice as they run and creep,
I hear the birds' tiny feet
And, at last winter's all complete.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 3:50 AM UTC
iUse This Grin,
To Keep Emotions
Within
That's The Way iHide
iWear A Disguise
To Keep The Truth Inside
Refuse To Let It Leak Outside
That's The Way iHide
iMake A Joke,
Becuase iRather Laugh
Then Start To Choke
That's The Way iHide
Behind This Mask
Holds The Hurt In My Past
That's The Way iHide
iPut On A Smile
So No One Can See
The Real Me
That's The Way iHide
With This Veil
I Can Conceal
the Pain iAlways Feel
That's The Way iHide
To Let Myself
Be Revealed
Is Putting Down
my Shield
UNPROTECTED
I Never Wanna Feel
That's Why I HIDE .
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC