Leave the day I will kiss you leaves have danced its twirley dance dark brown eyes lift me up a smile like no other give me your eyes and kiss me your smile through the grass and clovers we will meet sing to me, my love drink to our life listen to what I have to say I will leave the day with you and share a life pick a flower near the road and save it from the world put it in your hair and wave it in the air go under the bridge and sleep 'till life turns as beautifull as your soul You may sleep forever. This is really weird because I just made that up... I'm not even in love, I think. Whatever, it's strange.
I agree with sylvan, this was a touching work. I really really liked the first three lines, that's some good wordplay, and the rhyme, alone as it sits in the middle of your second stanza, makes it that much more powerful, a technique that many poets, far older than you, never grasp.... wonderful work, thanks for sharing it
Wow.........i really enjoy that poem of yours. it's beautiful. I think it means a little more to we who are in love, maybe......well...it at least meant something to me. great work. you know.....you could try to publish that.........that's how much i enjoy it! If you have no way, like at your school or anything, to get it sent in to be looked at to possibly publish........i'm here for you........until November 30th.....teehee...the school here in town is taking part in letting their students submit poems to possibly get published..and i could always send in yours, with YOUR NAME on it...and your school......eeh...just tell me if you want to do that or not...and i'll talk to the teacher here in town who is taking the poems to send them in......i'll talk to her about her sending one from another person that's in another school....or i'll just ask her for the paper she has talking about it.......i'm blabbing, i'll shut up.
Shoelaceknots- I think it's really sweet of you that you want to do that, but it's okay, I don't really feel like publishing it or something. But thank you for the compliment.
