Showing posts with label random poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
the world as today it seems
a beatiful sight before my eyes
birds flying in the clear sky
so calm feel soo... FREE!
sitting in a tree,
on a branch in the shade.
bikeriders bike on the path.
horses strut on the trail.
the riders look
like theyre floating on clouds.
so relaxed so happy,
this is THE place to be!
take out my lighter for a smoke,
on that bench
a old man just awoke.
ducks walk
on the frozen pond.
it seems to go on,
forever and beyond.
the sky is crystal blue,
the air is filled with dew.
i hear laughter,
a little child.
i love this place
its so wild!
my hair flyes in the breeze.
my eyes wander astray
up above those skyscrapers and trees
past the lakes and roads
but straight up to the golden sun
up there in the glorious sky
i let out a soft sigh
and say out loud
what a wonderful world
birds flying in the clear sky
so calm feel soo... FREE!
sitting in a tree,
on a branch in the shade.
bikeriders bike on the path.
horses strut on the trail.
the riders look
like theyre floating on clouds.
so relaxed so happy,
this is THE place to be!
take out my lighter for a smoke,
on that bench
a old man just awoke.
ducks walk
on the frozen pond.
it seems to go on,
forever and beyond.
the sky is crystal blue,
the air is filled with dew.
i hear laughter,
a little child.
i love this place
its so wild!
my hair flyes in the breeze.
my eyes wander astray
up above those skyscrapers and trees
past the lakes and roads
but straight up to the golden sun
up there in the glorious sky
i let out a soft sigh
and say out loud
what a wonderful world
Sunday, February 21, 2010
greece of peace
on a storming day,in a town small
in greece.
came strolling a boy of no more.
searching,
for a maiden with peace.
the boy of no more aint no boy at all,
head held high and tall.
chewing bread and honey ham,
this making him a man.
riding on a horse of grey.
not white brown or blue,
wanting to discover
a maiden to ride with in dew.
but no maiden liked him
at all.
they say him sly and tall.
ay the mate give up does not,
he rides in town.
it is quite hot.
lucky will he be if she, gives him a glance.
but, in greece of peace, there is no chance.
so strut does he, on the road away.
riding in the dark sun,
for there is sun no more.
he is off the france of chance
does he not know?
france is at war!!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)