A Poem for Friday

Seasons of Our Lives

As we walk through the paths of our lives
We know what obstacles may get in our way
It’s like making our swims and dives
What we do, people always have a say
Seasons always change like us
Our mood changes on what kind of day it is
Not many see how it’ll be; like on a bus
On days it would be a working-biz
How do you control things that happen for a reason?
We wish we could change things from the past
Though you cannot; like a season
Things in life happens for better or worst
Sometimes it’s bad and sometimes it’s good
Why do we have the craving of thirst?
Or cravings of hunger that long stood?
Too many questions and not enough answers
As time goes by all we wish for is happiness
To receive such we should all become dancers
Seasons of our lives
Seasons of our lives
Seasons of our lives will be the future of tomorrow



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Thursday's Poem

Perfection Is What She Is

This is a poem for Nickie
So it has to be perfect
It has to be crazy
It has to be different.

This is a poem for Nickie
So it must be special
It must shine
It must stand out of all.

This is a poem for Nickie
So if it’s fantastic it will not be sad
If it’s weird it must be like her
If it’s gushy it’ll be great.

This is a poem for Nickie
So let’s be dancing
Let’s be singing
Let’s be together forever having fun!

This is a poem for Nickie
So let it be fun
Let it shine like the sun
Let it last for eternity.

This is Nickie’s poem
So it is
Special forever
Like being loved
Perfect like her.

Wednesday's Poem

Niagara Falls

Soft, rainy, watery,
Clear water, large rocks,
Waterfalls, ferry boat,
Lots of people, sunny,
Summer in Niagara Falls.

Sunny, bright, and warm.
Near the falls it’s shady and cool.
Water falling – roaring
Lots of talking
Lots of flashes.

How deep is the water?
How many people are on the boat?
Why is everybody here?
How long have the falls been here?

How I felt when I was here:
Awesome
Happiest moment
Refreshing
Happiness
Freedom from life

Water breezing
Water breezing
Water breezing

Tuesday's Poem

Sorry, I've been busy lately writing papers that I hadn't had time to post up any new poems (old poems). I hope you will like this poem. The next four poems were written when I was in high school, my senior year.

My Perfect World

Walking into the living room
I must get out a broom
Stick to clean suck mess.
It was lookin’ the bess
Of the best after finished.
The kitchen, “oh how blemished
It looked from every corner I saw.
It must be clean that it’s glazing,
But don’t let it be so blazing.
Being and keeping clean should be law.
Everywhere I go, everything has to be neat;
Even when in a car, the seat
I sit on must look as if new.
And my world is only the brew
Of my life of perfectionism.
This is my world of realism.

A Poem for Monday

Our Wedding Memory

I hear Pachelbel's Canon playing softly
I feel radiant and blissfully happy
I see only my husband-to-be

As I'm walking down to the altar
He looks deeply into my eyes with much love
We see only ourselves and nobody else.

I hear the orchestra playing beautiful music
I feel ecstatic and beamingly thrilled
I see only my wife-to-be

My heart rapidly pounds in awaiting her
I look into her eyes telling her, 'I love you'
We see only ourselves and nobody else.

Our love glowing so bright around us
Our eyes finding the connection and binding it
Our everlasting vows enriching our lives together forever

We hear the crowd cheering and clapping
We feel the passion of our love enveloping us
We see only ourselves and nobody else.

Poem for Sunday

Check out today's poem and let me know what you think of it.

A Beautiful Dream

Rising towards the east,
I see you shine so bright.
You are my ray of hope.
To walk a path of no regrets,
I'd be happy to live for it.
You are my shining sun.
For every sunset there is a new day.

Dreaming anywhere and anytime,
I see it clearly and blurry.
You are the heart of my soul.
To dream many dreams,
I'd cherish them all to the fullest.
You are my everything.
For every dream there is a new possibility.

Poem for Saturday - Lady Godiva

Today's poem is about Lady Godiva of Coventry. Yes, she was the lady who rode bare back on a horse naked. I had to write a historic poem for my creative writing class and so I decided to write about her. Tell me what you think of it.

Lady Godiva of Conventry

Strong and striving with much courage,
She rode through the marketplace.
Boldy sitting on the horse in the nude,
She hid her body with her long hair.
Being a great believer of rights for people,
She stood up to Leofric, her husband, to reduce taxes.
Gracefully and gutsily with much determination,
She rode through the town of Conventry.
Lady of God's gift she stopped Leofric's taxation.
While she rode through town, everyone was closed inside.
Only Tom peeped through a hole and was struck blind;
He became known as the "peeping Tom."
She made a great difference in the town of Coventry.
Lady Godiva will always be known as the nude act in ending taxation.

**Note: I know this poem kind of needs work, but I'd like to know what you think before I revise this poem. Thanks! :D