My serendipity

My serendipity

A Poem by Sam87
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I'm not very good with words so I write rubbish poetry to try and get round this.

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You are my serendipity,
My accidental find,
Not knowing I were looking,
But suddenly entwined.
You burst my little bubble,
Opened my narrowed eyes,
I'd lived a life in darkness,
You gave me my sunrise.
A special kind of being,
Remarkable and rare,
Instant trust I had in you,
Without being aware.
I wish I could say this to you,
I don't know where to start,
But if I never tell you,
Know you own my heart.

© 2017 Sam87


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I like the structure of the poem first of all. It forces the reader to read in a sort of way that makes it sound like someone is so in love, or attracted, that their words just fall out. I also like your vocabulary (I looked up serendipity before I read past the first line, then came back and realized you did a good job defining it in the second line) and your rhyme scheme that almost sounds accidental.
Great write!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sam87

8 Years Ago

Thank you, i really appreciate this :)



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I like the structure of the poem first of all. It forces the reader to read in a sort of way that makes it sound like someone is so in love, or attracted, that their words just fall out. I also like your vocabulary (I looked up serendipity before I read past the first line, then came back and realized you did a good job defining it in the second line) and your rhyme scheme that almost sounds accidental.
Great write!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sam87

8 Years Ago

Thank you, i really appreciate this :)

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Added on November 15, 2016
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Sam87
Sam87

Manchester , England, United Kingdom



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I have been writing poems since 14 when my nana passed away, I'm not saying they're any good, but when my head is a bit messed up they help me organise my thoughts. They tend to be about my relationsh.. more..

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