Poems

[visiting_hours]

I am

I am the whisper that creeps upon your soul

The sunrise that starts your day

The morning sun slowly heating your body

As you sit soundly listening to the breath

That cares you day to day

I am the sea of wonder that captured your heart

Alexandra Bogus

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[darknight7884]

I see you had parsons, I did as well. He is fun. Here is my "I Am" poem.

I Was Somebody
Daniel Kwasny

I used to be a juice box, giving satisfaction to a little boy,
Now I am Pepsi, flat, no fizz, distasteful in your mouth.
I used to be tree sap and grass stains stuck on an old pair of jeans,
Now I am the one cat hair, to mess up a perfectly worn suit.
I used to be pork chops, made weekly by my mom, the distaste of too much taste,
Now I am a tender Filet Minion, sliding down your throat.
I used to be the cheap artificial flower, bought at the dollar store, the petals of plastic and wire.
Now I am a primrose, surrounded by lively petals, giving them nourishment.
I used to be Hurricane Andrew, twisting violently, causing havoc.
Now I am the chilling rainfall, on a hot summer day, for all the kids to play in.
I sit here, all alone, letting myself bask in the sunlight,
Letting the snake skin fall from my half-dead, withering body.
I used to be the pineapple, swinging from the tree, my hard, yet sharp body poke all.
Now I am the one or two cherries in the can of mixed fruit.
I used to be an old rag, stained dark with the oil of a 1975 Chevy,
Now I am the leather interior, comforting your very being.
I used to be the tree, staring down in solitude at you and your friends,
Now I am the blank page for you to write your life down upon.