Walkng poems on Hello Poetry

Josie Heggaton Apr 2015

On my birthday I have lots of memories
My first one is my birth
My next memories are of the parties
After are the drunks
The happy birthday calls, hugs, swats, and piches
But the best one is my 13th birthday
Walkng into school
Seeing my locker
The balloons and the friiends standing and waiting for me
Thats when I knew how much I am loved
By my friends

jeffrey robin Jul 2015

.. Broken Girl ..

)( )(

& I said to the Crying Girl

WHAT IS WRONG ?
WHY ARE YOU CRYING ?

& she said ( so sadly )

BECAUSE I AM BROKEN !

But then quickly added

OH !
I' M NOT CRYING FOR MYSELF !

IT'S THAT A LOT OF PEOPLE WERE DEPENDING
ON ME

AND LIKE A CRUTCH

WHEN I BROKE
THEY FELL !

//

soft the gentleness

True the feelings lingering

I took the child in my arms

••

True the love

That is always here

//

True the child

Always

True the children walkng in the rain

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