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Love Poems -by 九月的11歲的兒子

(2011-03-23 20:38:36) 下一個

Hi, Sir，I love poems too
How bout you
I sure do
From free verse to Haiku

There are so many
But there isn’t any
Like mine
Did you notice me
Being ever so free

I went up the hill
With a bunch of thrill
I saw a man
With a giant fan
I waved Hi
But he said ＂Good bye＂

I went down the hill
With little thrill
I went astray
Sitting down on the porch
With a frown

But what made me happy
I went downtown
I saw some folks
With Chinese food
YUM
It sure was fun

I went back to the house
All I found was a mouse
I wanted to play
Come on Ray

I sat down
Calmed myself down
But I sat there with a frown
No worries I thought
Let's go inside
Since it sure was hot

But nothing has happened
I guess I was fine
We still can't find the raccoon to be trapped
But I don't care
Cause I'm OK
How bout you

I went outside
To see a better day
I saw a Ferris wheel ride
I looked down from the sky and yelled "Hey"

Life is a continuous ride
And sometimes we may not glide
Through it
We may just have a fit

I thought about poems
How fun they are
How odd they are
How interesting they are
And what they are

But I stared at the sky
Looking at the white angel
Smiling at me
I had a blank stare
And I just smiled

I was happy for a while
But I had to go back inside
I felt like a small fry
But in life, at least I try

I sat down pondering
But my body was wandering
I remember
In September
I was born

I imagine
I dream
I see, feel, taste, and touch
I am
Me

I love the fragrance of the flowers
And it seemed time is just hours
Nothing more
Nothing less

I see the sun
I felt its warmth
But I can’t set aside
That what’s inside
Me

I am free
But am I really
I look up again
To see the sun
But it is replaced
With leaves in the air

Before I know, it is Fall
What happened to Spring and Summer
I look up again
But nothing has changed
The only thing that has, is me

I stare at the tree
Looking sadly
Life continuous
It never ends
If I die, life still continues
I may not be
But, I still could be

I stare at the sky
As if it were a mirror
I look at the mirror
And wonder

Why am I here
Why do I live
And why am ＂I＂

I think but
I look up again
And see the sun
And now it’s a new day

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