i hear the clinging of
my moms old piggy bank
i hear the singing of my
...
god blessed america when he made the earth
god blessed america when he sent his son to sacrifise
...
i was born in clinton missouri grew up in illinios till i was 8 and then when i was 9- 10 i grew up in the ghetto it was hard everynigh i was worried about getting robbed or shot i was so happy i when i was 10 i moved back to missouri and know o am 12)
Good And Bad
i hear the clinging of
my moms old piggy bank
i hear the singing of my
bird jojo who died long ago
i hear the rapping of my brothers
cds they annoys me oh so much
i hear the sirens for my dad
that makes me sad but glad
i hear the sound of my dads
hands smaking agenst my face
i hear the ripping wrapping of my mom
making gift for my friends and family
all these memories are
both good and bad
some make me happy and some make me sad
think of things from the past memories will always last
this poem is based on someones esle's life
I assume that your first name is Winter and I want to be the first to welcome you to this website. I am a bit of a talent spotter and I can tell that you have 'it'. Now comes the phase of developing your 'craft' and that will come naturally, with you just practicing and allowing its natural progression. From what I have seen of your writing so far I think you will be an excellent poet and hope that you stick with this (as compared to soccer...) as this is you. Best wishes, Herbert