im sitting here, with time to pass, Thinking of trees, and flowers, and grass. Its funny how minds sometimes wander, Over silly things, our thoughts will ponder. I mean, suppose we took a blade of grass, Right now your thinking," kiss my ass" But honestly, take your time to think, The grass lush green, carnations pink. What actually happens, when grass is cut? Ferocious mower from the hut, Cutting off, the small green heads Some falling into flower beds. Does that grass quietly scream with pain, "That flaming mowers here again". What makes it worse, nought can be done, I mean, it cant get up and run. Its sort of rooted to the spot, Damaged by boots,dogs, cats the lot And yet, if that grass was not there, The world would look so very bare. A concrete park? All tarmac street? They would take their toll, on your poor feet. Now which of these, do you prefer, All concrete, or grass everywhere? Im certain that youll think like me, The green,green grass, blue skies and sea If truth be known, it has come to pass, Theres a lot to be said for, A BLADE OF GRASS.
Well well... You are definately a poet. This is different...I like it in a way that makes me feel a little odd...but like it nevertheless.
One pair of eyes i long to see one pair of arms reach out for me watching with wonder at all i do calling my name so often too crying for me-when im not there depending upon me always to care kissing me often, loving me too making me happy whenever im blue showing off constantly all of the charms falling asleep in the crook of my arms this is the thing which i love desperately my boy, my my baby who belongs to just me dedicated to my son i think i will keep my poems in the same post and thank you for your comments about my previous poem