The Wind and Other Poems

Anonymous
The Wind and Other Poems

“Gentle breezes, summer winds,
popsicles dripping down childrens’ hands,”

The Wind

Gentle breezes, summer winds,

popsicles dripping down childrens’ hands,

a laughing cry,

a sighing thought,

borrowed time,

a traveling drought,

lemonade set up to sell,

beautiful windows,

a little bird travels like a leaf in the breeze,

its life the gunman seized,

to make a dinner,

a silly thing,

for a life,

taken in the night,

oh, what a sight,

lost feathers traveled down,

the summer’s downy snow,

I feel sorry for those who’ve died,

those who’ve cried,

in the silent night.

 

Lost

A closing verse,

to finish the first,

a clock turned back,

to the time when we thought,

we could do anything we wanted,

boasting,

embarrassing words make me feel,

like I’m wound up on a reel,

spending time with in myself,

a crazy action,

that made no sense at the time,

I feel…..

lost.

 

In the Night

In the night,

they come,

in the night,

we run,

in the night,

they scream,

in the night,

the thought makes me shiver,

in the night,

I wonder,

in the night,

I think.

 

A Poem

When you write it,

you feel…

happy.

sad.

like you aren’t the one controlling it.

Like floating.

 

Oink in a Rock

A little sound

came from the rock today

it was a pig’s

an oink

a bodiless voice

that calls me

makes me wonder

are pigs adorable?

 

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