I Was born in Winnumuca. Ive been to several states, written a few poems. I now live in N.V. USA. I have 3 little sisters and a mother and fauther. Ive been to 6 schools so far. more »
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Victoria King Poems
Leaves fall freely in the wind, Rain falls fast to the ground, A storm full of wind and rain and, Angry clouds that plan on covering
The Spirit Of Music
The music gives a way For some to express their feelings, It gives others a way for creativity.
Who are you?
Who are you? I wonder every time, My mind cones across your name? Your name is a reminder,
Love is true in all forms, But love either grows or disappears, So be careful of those you let in, Don’t fall for the wrong person,
The little pink rose holds my first blush, My first breath that I took, The way I look up to my daddy, The way I learn to cook from my loving mother,
The love of my life is an angel, He came from darkness, Swooping low to protect me. There he was
My defenses, My Wall
You came and I had my wall I fought you and you broke my wall. You wanted to win my heart The greatest prize you could earn from me
One day you fall in love, One day you fall out of love. One day you fall apart,
I miss you in more ways than one, I love you with all that you earned, I want you to be here with me.
you knew me
You knew me in ways others didn’t You were my shoulder to cry on My knight that saved me when I was a damsel in distress, My rock and refuge when the pain was more than I could bear,
One day, not far away, a New kingdom comes so does a king. The old kingdom will fall
I miss you. My hero from a time You were needed. The hero that saved me from the tower,
My little red rose holds my stories of love, My love for my family, The truth in me, The love I have for my heroes,
My little black rose has falling petals, One petal has a tear of pain, One petal for lost love, One petal for a broken heart,
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Leaves fall freely in the wind,
Rain falls fast to the ground,
A storm full of wind and rain and,
Angry clouds that plan on covering
Every thing in cold, raindrops.