"nightthe" poems
theres a box of toys lying on the bedroom floorteddy bears and trucks clowns and so much morewhen the lights went out they would play alonenobody there just playing on there ownthe trucks would put there lights on shining nice and brightlighting up the bedroom shining through the nightthe teddy bears would dance to a soldiers beatfor the little bears this was such a treatthe clown he would smile laughing all the wayhaving lots of fun to pass the night awaywhen they finished playing back to the box they go all nice and tidy so no one would ever know.
Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 11:55 AM UTC
The whispering wind
How it cries at night.
Strong winds
Strong winds that
Carry secrets.
The winds drifts
Carries drifters that
Drift through the
NightThe drifter is quiet as is the wind he was carried came, quietly he’ll go.Like the in by.Quietly he
whispering winds secrets from long ago.
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC