Tissa Calvert

Jackson ST. Cobdon, Illinois (Memorial Hospital)
Tissa Calvert
Jackson ST. Cobdon, Illinois (Memorial Hospital)
Friday, August 22, 2008


Rating: 5.0
I want to runaway,
so I never play,
because I don't know what to say.
Hoping, laughing, talking,
we never stop stalking,
night rises and so I stare,
and always have a perfect glare.

Teasing and pleading,
its always quite pleasing,
he never even see's me,
and he never drinks tea.

Love is gold, wild and untold,
Love is also traveling a road,
When I never use a whole scroll,
So the house might have a sole.

By: Angel from God.

wrote on: July 30,2008
Time: 11: 50 p.m
Tissa Calvert
Ben Gieske 26 December 2008
Very interesting in your choice of metaphors: drinking tea, a whole scroll, house with a sole.
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Ben Gieske 23 September 2008
Delightful to read with its playful tune Your beginning immediately aroused me to wonder what’s happening and why. You kept me in suspense until “he never even see's me, and he never drinks tea.” I was caught up with thinking about you that I misread “me” instead of “tea”. The thought occurred to me that “he never drinks me (with his eyes) .” The last stanza gets me wondering about gold being “wild and untold” as well as “never using a whole scroll”.
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rohit sapra 29 August 2008
For this poem I would like to say it's amazing with perfect flow and meaningful meaning.
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Konye obaji Ori 25 August 2008
Hahaha....nice and smooth...I enjoyed reading this poem
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