Another one of those old poems I wrote years ago, stumbled upon, and felt like sharing.
I saw a small girl, with pale, wistful eyes;
Her demeanor was sad, but sweet like a child.
I wished I could help her, wished there was a way;
To make lips to smile, that hadn't that day.
"Dream on friend," I told her, "For dreaming is sweet;
You must feel so alone, with your head on the street."
I knew how it felt, to have loneliness creep
Into her small heart, and plant itself deep.
"So come with me now," I wish I could say,
"To the place where the angels, will comfort you; nay
You shall never grow lonely again,
And your sorrowful eyes shall be cleansed of their pain."
Again, I wrote this one a while back, so all critiques are enjoyed, but I most likely won't really do much to alter it.
. . . Can't even really remember why I wrote it.
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Beautiful! You should definitely write more pieces. Undoubtedly my favorite line was,
"Dream on friend," I told her, "For dreaming is sweet;". Haha, I just might use that theme for another poem... I feel some sort of inspiration coming on but the question is- Will I meet procrastination at the next door? Probably so. Probably so.
Years ago?
My creative writing in particular didn't really reach its potential until 2-3 years ago.
I've always written.. but.. not like this.
Beautiful write, could've used a bit of altering though, just saying. Not much of a problem, just a couple comma's to add, in my opinion. Despite that, it's really a wonderful write! How do you come up with such brilliant things? You must tell me your secret, haha. Just kidding, as always. Great, beautiful, and amazing write!
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