Category: Writers Block
I've heard some good things about my poetry and people are telling me to write more. So I guess that I will.
is it the unknown, the black?
You being helpless, your life off the track.
Your family ashamed, your home in disrepair,
Your childran allone, your clothing and hair.
Blindness at first makes it hard to succeed,
But don't worry, soon success shal heed.
Blindness incidents pop up everywhere,
The public try to mutch to help and the childran stare.
How ever many problems blindness may arise,
Dorrs will continue to open "right before your eyes."
When it comes to blindness there are choices to be made,
Opportunities to come, dreams to be played.
Blindness may seem like a big thing to others but to you and me,
Blindness shal always be,
The light that no sighted person shal ever see.
I'm being lazy you guys. Another one of my poems is in life but I don't want to type it out again. I'll have another poem tonight sometime.
you said it all. love your poetry.
SUNRISE
The sunrise splitts the darkened sky,
As it covers the moon, a big pizza pie.
As I walk threw the misty trees,
I look up at the pinkening leaves.
The sun leaps up threw the air,
Making me feel without a care.
The birds fly above me heigh,
As the sun slipps up so sly.
The crickets cease to flitter, the frogs cease to sing,
The owls cease to twitter, the batts cease to swing.
When these animals cease to swarm,
A bright new day shal be born.
The dew dropps on the world begin to shine,
As the sun breaks the skyline.
Finally, you look up and see the bright sun,
And you know for sure that a new day has begun.