The Small Things

I sit on my front porch as it nears twilight hours and read,

The wind blows cold gusts,

And I curl into a bigger ball,

The buzzing on the street light indicates,

That it’s time to go in

 

I look up to see the neighborhood children,

So small and serene,

So young and imaginative

So free from the worlds cruelty

And I become nostalgic

 

The late nights of playing outside,

Even though the sun was excruciating,

Outside was still a sanctuary

You weren’t judged by your peers,

You were simply a child,

And free.

 

The sun was now almost done setting,

And I could no longer even try to read,

I grabbed my things,

And took in this neighborhood

For one last time today,

And smile.

Author's Note

i dont know, i had two more stanzas, but they didnt seem to fit but thats just what i think, im changing it up, hope you like, reviews would be nice.

Reviews

[RonnieBreight]

Haha so I just worked so hard writing this review, and then I accidentally hit a key on my keyboard and it deleted everything. Great. Anyways, basically what it said was that I like your poem. The only suggestion I have is to pay attention to the tenses. Like in the last stanza how you say "grabbed" and then "smile", it's kind of like a past mixed with a present, and maybe I'm reading it wrong, but it would make more sense if "smile" was "smiled". Anyways, I really like how the words "and free" have their own line. It gives it a lot more definiton. Overall it's a great poem. And the title matches perfectly. :).

[Jonathan De Elvira]

awww cute...
This poem sounds cute. It's always a pleasure to see those innocent faces running and play freely without a thought of trouble. their innocents somehow gives hope.

[Ashley]

i like it. i dont think you need to change anything, but if you wanted you maybe you could add how children are innocent