People do different things when they are bored.
Some might sing, some might dance,
Some might even do chores!
But I do something very different
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Life is short and unpredictable
Life can be happy,
But it can also be miserable.
We’ll never know when Our time may come.
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Wrinkly and tired
You rest in your bed.
Free from your jobs,
And peace fills your head.
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Everyday is just brand new,
And yet we live it like we’ve got no clue.
We wake up in the morning,
And just let the day go by…
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She’s tiny, but mean,
She’s always in between.
She’s active, she’s cruel,
She’s really barbaric.
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My father comes home late at night
Darkness all around him, blinding his sight.
The sound of heavy feet climbing the stairs,
Down the hallway we shoot our glares.
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People can be nosy,
People can be quiet.
Some might not bother,
Some might start riots!
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I wrote my first poem when I was about 12 I think. I think it was Christmas Eve and my sister and i were up late. We were about ready to go to sleep when i suddenly had a short rhyme in my head. I didn't want to forget it so i wrote it down. It was only about 6 lines long. But from that poem, i decided to carry on and just write what i feel. That was my very first poem i wrote. I called it 'Santa Claus'. Ever since i wrote the first poem, I have been more interested to create different ones. But i Only write them when i feel inspired by something. I made one for an English assignment, and I dont think it turned out that well. I called it 'Make Time For Family'. I keep all of my poems in my computer and I dont really show them to anyone. But i thought it might be nice to share them with other people... So, yeah... I'm done with my seventh one. So I have another two I'm still writing. And i have one that i've been wanting to write for quite some time now. It's got a weird name though... Insomniac. Anyway, see how it goes then... hahaha :))
Dreams
People do different things when they are bored.
Some might sing, some might dance,
Some might even do chores!
But I do something very different
I stare out my window and dream of the future
The good, the bad,
the happy, the sad.
I dream of my family and my friends,
Living happy lives all the way to the end.
And as for me, I’ll never know
Because life will take me where it wants to go.
But sometimes I do wonder,
‘What will become of me? ’
So my friends say,
‘Life is just a wonderful mystery.’
Nobody can predict the future,
No one can tell if it will be a time of torture.
When the rain comes down, your emotions sink
You feel like you need to think
‘Will all that really happen to me?
Or is it just what I hope it’ll be? ’
Sometimes, things can be a little confusing at first.
But that won’t stop life’s twists and turns.
After all,
Life is hard and then you die…