Lying within the soft waxy grass,
My eyes gently close.
I think of us beneath the trees,
Beneath the dark green grove.
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Basically I was just experimenting with this one.Tell me what you think.
This is the day God has made,
And I am alive and fee.
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This might be confusing. In this poem I am referring to rain as sin, and the world as my backyard. As the rain comes down I am so amazed by the look of it, I don't see how it is affecting my room. Hence as sin enters my life I am so amazed by it, I don't see what it is really doing.
Looking through an open window,
The world is standing still.
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Hands held out, tears streaming down,
Staring out an open door.
Knees buckle and gravity pulls me,
Knees hard on the stone cold floor.
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Tiny thumps from within my beating heart,
From your constant reminders I shall never depart.
For ever here, and here I will stay,
Until your memories softly fade away.
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Hey I am Megan.. I just turned 16. My teacher advised me to get on here and post my poems.. I would really appreciate lots of comments so I can improve on my writing. THANKS FOR ALL YOUR HELP! !)
Beneath The Dark Green Grove
Lying within the soft waxy grass,
My eyes gently close.
I think of us beneath the trees,
Beneath the dark green grove.
Right here, right now’s where I want to be.
With your arms around me tight,
And the feel of the summer breeze,
And the coming of the humid night.
Not thinking of dreary autumn,
Or when you finally go.
Not thinking of the cold winter,
Or the white frozen snow.
Only thinking of this time with you,
And the perfect ness of this day.
Only thinking of you and your memorizing beauty,
But not when you go away.
I open my eyes and you’re almost real,
In this daydream of mine.
Of course your not really here,
Which makes me go back to the time.
I lay with you in the soft waxy grass,
While my eyelids gently close.
I think of us beneath the trees,
Beneath the dark green grove.