Poems
I never really liked poetry until recently. I was very stuck in the mind set that poems had to rhyme, and a lot of mine still do. Yet I have been experimenting recently.
I never really liked poetry until recently. I was very stuck in the mind set that poems had to rhyme, and a lot of mine still do. Yet I have been experimenting recently.
The Rubber band ball
What should I do with these rubber bands?
Twisting, pinging, through my hands
How about making a rubber band ball?
that will be as round, as it is tall
Beige and blue, red and green
will make this ball the prettiest seen
It's going to be an ongoing hobby
as finding the bands could be a big jobby
And when it's finished, people will look,
it will appear in the Guinness record book
with a picture of me, with my rubber band ball
which is just as round, as it is tall
Spring
What comes to mind when I think of spring
The joy that sunshine and blue skies bring
The easter bunny, tiny lambs being born
The fields full of farmers, sowing their corn
Daffodils and forget-me-nots are filling up the yard
Mothers day, easter- two reasons to send a card
lots of chocolate in the shops, how can you resist
egg hunts in the garden, for the kids it's all they wish
Hanging washing on the line and knowing it will dry
whizzing through the housework, the bright sun gives you a high
long walks in the country, now it's not cold
bright colours appear from the wardrobe, fresh, bright and bold
Where have all the pens gone?
Where have all the pens gone?
There is only one I can find
I have so many things to write
that I need to get off my mind
For when things are down on paper
they are at no risk of being forgotten
If a pen cannot be found
my brain will have turned to cotton
That's why i'm a writer
and not a speaker you see
because a world without pen and paper
would seem pretty dull to me
A change in the weather
Oh how your true colours shine through
From light, to dark
You change like the weather
I never know when lightening will strike
Your evil sneers and tuts I fear
Wondering what I have done wrong
When it’s light, it’s like the brightest day
But when darkness comes, I lower my head
And feel the tears I try hard to hide
I walk on eggshells to keep it bright
Please don’t go dark, not yet, not now
But it’s too late, and so the rain falls hard
I hope that one day the sun will stay out
And there will be no hurt, no tears, and no darkness
But deep down I know this won’t happen , I feel myself weaken
I was strong before so why is it changing?
Why do I allow your power to over rule?
I don’t feel myself anymore, I feel…..sick
Eventually I pick myself up, hold my head high
My days will be bright, as they were before
I refuse to drown in this sea of tears
What should I do with these rubber bands?
Twisting, pinging, through my hands
How about making a rubber band ball?
that will be as round, as it is tall
Beige and blue, red and green
will make this ball the prettiest seen
It's going to be an ongoing hobby
as finding the bands could be a big jobby
And when it's finished, people will look,
it will appear in the Guinness record book
with a picture of me, with my rubber band ball
which is just as round, as it is tall
Spring
What comes to mind when I think of spring
The joy that sunshine and blue skies bring
The easter bunny, tiny lambs being born
The fields full of farmers, sowing their corn
Daffodils and forget-me-nots are filling up the yard
Mothers day, easter- two reasons to send a card
lots of chocolate in the shops, how can you resist
egg hunts in the garden, for the kids it's all they wish
Hanging washing on the line and knowing it will dry
whizzing through the housework, the bright sun gives you a high
long walks in the country, now it's not cold
bright colours appear from the wardrobe, fresh, bright and bold
Where have all the pens gone?
Where have all the pens gone?
There is only one I can find
I have so many things to write
that I need to get off my mind
For when things are down on paper
they are at no risk of being forgotten
If a pen cannot be found
my brain will have turned to cotton
That's why i'm a writer
and not a speaker you see
because a world without pen and paper
would seem pretty dull to me
A change in the weather
Oh how your true colours shine through
From light, to dark
You change like the weather
I never know when lightening will strike
Your evil sneers and tuts I fear
Wondering what I have done wrong
When it’s light, it’s like the brightest day
But when darkness comes, I lower my head
And feel the tears I try hard to hide
I walk on eggshells to keep it bright
Please don’t go dark, not yet, not now
But it’s too late, and so the rain falls hard
I hope that one day the sun will stay out
And there will be no hurt, no tears, and no darkness
But deep down I know this won’t happen , I feel myself weaken
I was strong before so why is it changing?
Why do I allow your power to over rule?
I don’t feel myself anymore, I feel…..sick
Eventually I pick myself up, hold my head high
My days will be bright, as they were before
I refuse to drown in this sea of tears