I just thought that I'd post a couple of the poems that I've written for you all to read...
It's About Time
Nov. 26 2006
Watch time fly out the window
Minutes pass as each second goes
Life is a breath you don't want to waste
You get closer to death the more you haste
When you were young all you wanted was to grow up
Now that you're old you want the ageing to stop
Don't waste your time chasing the things you can't get
Or batting a ball that can never be hit
Seconds to minutes
Hours to days
Weeks to months
Years to decades
Time goes so fast
Each day cannot last
Before you know it
A whole year is passed
Each moment you're living
Is a gift God's giving
Don't waste a second
A minute
A day
For time is flying
Flying away
Silver Lining
December 2006
Every dark cloud
Has it's own silver lining
Do don't waste your day
complaining and whining
Think of the good things
Never the bad
Don't covet the things
That can never be had
Ignore all the worries
Don't think about pains
Don't count all your losses
Focus on your gains
Your life may not be perfect
Neither is mine
Think of the good things
Find each dark cloud's silver line
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8 comments:
Nice poems!!
They remind me of things I try to keep in mind. But, it is so hard sometimes.
Sorry I haven' commented on you blog. I will do more soon. Got to go now, I'll be back later though!
p.s. great poems!
Thank you, thank you, Lucy & Lindy :-)
& that's okay, Lindy, I know you've been real busy lately!
Those are good poems. Have you taken any classes?
Yay! I like them both too. reminders not to chase after the things that just fly away, but to live out each moment and enjoy it while it's here.
It seems that most teenagers have one goal in life: to grow up, and an awful lot of grown-ups have only the goal of being teenagers again.
Very well put Verya. I LOVE your poems Sarah. I think I have more time now, so I can comment more! I've put you in my link list so I'll be visiting more.
Tally-ho!
Ah, thanks for the comments, people. And nope, I have never had a class in my life. Actually when I was younger (4th grade) I used to hate it when I had to write poetry for school. Now it just comes naturally.
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