My Name is Poem. And You Are...?A Poem by JamesTleBournHi there, my name is Poem. / It is nice to finally meet you / I’m here to finally show ‘em / What a pen can finally doMy Name is Poem. And You Are…? Hi there, my name is Poem. It is nice to finally meet you I’m here to finally show ‘em What a pen can finally do I am Poem, and here is me I am metaphors, alliteration I am juxtapositions, hyperbole I am rhythms and repetition I don’t know much about life yet But I do think that it’s a little sad but Still a happy place when we’re upset And the heart isn’t something to be shut I haven’t seen much of life, but still Isn’t it just beautiful with life being awesome I heard it, but I wonder what it means to kill And to stop loving someone: to just be done But that’s enough about me, come now I can’t meet someone without knowing them I can't serve a king without knowing to whom to bow To whom can I give a poem: a precious gem I bet your name sounds lovely, but Isn’t it true that all people are lovely No one would lie, steal, kill, or just cut Because human perfection is all I see Oh dear, there I am again, ranting as usual I think I should stop talking but my author Keeps extending my dialogues to be full But, I want to hear what you have to say: It will be funner © 2020 JamesTleBournReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 19, 2020 Last Updated on March 19, 2020 AuthorJamesTleBournYggerstale, Canadian District, AntarcticaAboutAm I new? Yes. How old am I? Why would I ever say. Where do I live? Like it says: the Canadian bit of Antarctica. Will I accept read requests? I guess *shrug* as long as you comment on my stuff.. more..Writing
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