professor in your vicinity
you sleep with audacity
I admire your laxity
O sleeping beauty
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
She really did bring out the poet in me! I just cant stop!
(mixing the spectrum,
i prepare to fail the exam,
writing a poem)
Blue and white,
like doves flying and clouds floating,
Across the sky that is smiling,
you are mesmerizing;
piercing the clouds drifting,
flies in the Cupid zooming and shooting,
bow twinging arrows flying,
I try fleeing,
lest the cupid succeeds striking,
for high you are as the sky for reaching,
twang swooosh ping,
Alas! I succumb smitten,
O lovely maiden,
by your charm and eternal beauty,
impossible as it may seem,
wish you are mine.
White and pink
Like a bunch of roses
A treat to my senses,
though separated are our faces
by miles and miles of fences,
I long for the whiffs
that waft your fragrances,
Oh lovely maiden
wish you are mine
i prepare to fail the exam,
writing a poem)
Blue and white,
like doves flying and clouds floating,
Across the sky that is smiling,
you are mesmerizing;
piercing the clouds drifting,
flies in the Cupid zooming and shooting,
bow twinging arrows flying,
I try fleeing,
lest the cupid succeeds striking,
for high you are as the sky for reaching,
twang swooosh ping,
Alas! I succumb smitten,
O lovely maiden,
by your charm and eternal beauty,
impossible as it may seem,
wish you are mine.
White and pink
Like a bunch of roses
A treat to my senses,
though separated are our faces
by miles and miles of fences,
I long for the whiffs
that waft your fragrances,
Oh lovely maiden
wish you are mine
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
dedicated to the same girl...
you are white wearing black
I am black wearing white
you are cute
I am brute
long is your hair
long gone is my hair
we will but make a pair
which is the best
like beauty and the beast
I am black wearing white
you are cute
I am brute
long is your hair
long gone is my hair
we will but make a pair
which is the best
like beauty and the beast
second peom... dedicated to a girl in....
twinkle twinkle little damseel,
How I wonder what you feel,
So far the distance between our heel,
like a mountain
that I can never attain
How I wonder what you feel,
So far the distance between our heel,
like a mountain
that I can never attain
My first poem... almost impromptu... read the first two lines and made up the rest
Life is not a written book to pick up and read.
just a journal waiting for you to fill it's pages.
what you do is up to you
you are responsible for your successes
you are responsible for your failures
you have no one to put the blame on
but many to share your happiness with
just a journal waiting for you to fill it's pages.
what you do is up to you
you are responsible for your successes
you are responsible for your failures
you have no one to put the blame on
but many to share your happiness with
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