hmmm.. poems
so this first poem one of my very close friends helped me write several years ago.. and i owe her for it
then the second one i wrote this week to finish up an english project. cynthia helped me fix up a couple rough spots
lemme know what you all think please..
Sadness of the Sky
The rain, it falls like teardrops from the sky.
The clouds, they weep for what I do not know.
And so, I watch them falling wondering why
What tears them from their joy and gives sorrow.
How wet it leaves the Earth when it has passed.
The dewy morning that I wake to see,
The sparkling diamonds scattered on the grass,
Oh what their liquid beauty does to me.
If I could join the drops and gently fall,
Down to the Earth like gifts from brightened heav’n,
I’d leave my marks so evident and small
Upon the spring fields at the years beginning.
So here I sit getting wet from morning dew,
The rain so sad and yet so fresh and new.
Weather in My Eyes
You pray for winter to be nice and warm,
But Mother Nature turns her back on thee.
The met'orologist tells us of storms;
This winter won't be nice, oh can't you see?
Just maybe I control the weather now;
It seems that how I am is now the norm.
And I decide that you will wonder how
I celebrate in cold. You should conform.
From time to time I get a rush of joy,
But only when the memories of then
Come flooding back. The weather is my toy,
List’ning to me; my own personal pen.
So here I am, the snow reflecting heart;
The cause, of course, is that you chose to part.