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Thank you, Anamaria! I can understand why that poem would be difficult for someone just learning English. lol.
Here are a couple of others, so you can see that I do have some other styles, and that it's not all about bleak depression. lol.
There is one that I wanted to share, but I'm not sure if it's appropriate. There aren't any real "naughty" words in it, but I think the imagery it may conjure might be. lol. It's a bit dark, too.
Anyway...
Entranced
Breath escapes my lips,
Like butterfly kisses on the breeze.
Smoothly slipping off my tongue,
Your name is like poetry.
I gaze into your windows,
Enchanted by your soul,
Lost deeply in your eyes,
Ever-yearning to know what you know.
I see you in ways
No one else can.
I speak to you in terms
No one else understands.
I hear you like a song
That no one else knows.
I feel you like a zephyr,
That touches only me as it blows.
Danielle Dandridge Copyright ©2006
And...this is an interesting one, but just go along for the ride. lol. It's not all supposed to make perfect sense to everyone. lol. I like to leave my work as open to individual interpretation as I can.
Run On...
Follow me to a land
where destiny takes a back seat,
and what's said is done,
but what's done is rarely said,
and gossip is as non-existent,
as the times the fractures of ourselves
knocked us flat against the stone;
a lovely thing really when you think about
the concrete memories that have less to say
than the tears ripped from our shaking hands
that we held so close to our underbellies
while listening to the cackle of our selfish morals,
because values are less valuable today
than they've ever been before,
and only the truly deaf can hear
the ridicule of the master swan
in the hands of heavily sedated morons
who suck the power from the children,
and run battering rams into the adults,
who follow in shameless pursuit,
like intellectually emaciated shells of their former selves,
from ash to ash,
dust to dust,
dusk to dusk,
night after night,
and day after day,
as the repercussions
furiously burn holes in our foolish pride.
Copyright ©2005
O.K. So, that's kind of a bitter political thing, huh? I actually wrote that one when I was 15 (about 13 years ago now), but I recently revised & copyrighted it.
Well, that's all for now. I'd love to read someone else's work if anyone else wants to share! ;) (hint, hint) lol.
Cordially,
Danielle
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