Biography of Victoria Horn
Hey I'm Victoria, as you read that haha. I'm 16 and have always wanted to be a poet. I've written quite a few poems but sometimes i forget to write them down, I know some of you have that happen. I say I don't care what people think about my writings but i like comments. To see if my poems need better wording or just more emotions or whatever. Please continue to read them i love the feedback. I'm not famous nor do i plan to be but if you think i should submit any of these poems into actual contests just tell me, if not im not going to be heartbroken. Thanks for reading!
Victoria Horn's Works:
Haven't published any books, i'll stick to just single poems if i can.
Victoria Horn Poems
Can'T I Dream?
I may be small, but have a big voice But to be small, was not my choice I have big ideas and big dreams Like mighty rivers were once tiny streams
To You, From Me
Yes you will hear stories Of my crazy past What memories I made first And actions I made last
Money can't buy happiness Yet we're still greedy Some of life's riches Are only given to the non- needy
I wish you would see me for who i am and what i have done Not that imposter in the mirror, she is not the one. I have the scars and i've held in the pain I'm the one, who cries in the rain.
Best Friend, Best Friend
Best Friend, Best Friend How I love you so I will be there forever until the end What I would do for you, you will never know
Long ride Scenic drive Down the old back road Yellow leaves
This Is Me
Hang In There Little One
You squirm and fuss Roll all around You hang in there I know you are successful bound
She tries to keep his attention By doing what she knows best Resting by his side Listening to the heart beat in his chest
I have witnessed your darkest days, they seem to drag on forever Some might say you're weak and stop complaining, i would never. They don't feel your pain, they don't feel your sorrow They don't know you've thought about not waking up tomorrow.
The wind is blowing, the leaves are swaying, nature is happy today.
The sky is clear but the end to a beautiful day is near.
The waves are slowly moving across the water, the weather is just fine, it shouldn't be colder or hotter.
Here i am going on about the outside world, but why should i be telling you about it?
It's a beautiful day, look for yourself!