This is a blog dedicated to poetry, I am college student, and I am a Latin-American.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Your Such a Clown
Fendorar
What Flower Are YOu
OK DON'T WORRY
Chasing Butterflies
I Want Too
The Sun Comes Put
I lay awake on my bed
of flower and bones
the wind blows my hair
of long green grass I
strive to get out of bed
I pull my legs over my sheets
and my feet meet the earth
the birds do sing this fresh
morning as the sun
shines even more what a day to be alive
another hour goes by as every sound is water to my soul
even on the soft send playing tag with the gentle sea but one day
I'll wake up with no one to wonder what beauty we have one day is shall be just a
complex clock with no witness alive
Sad Eye cries
New to young to fresh to old
Vivid Night
Buzz a bee goes zigzagging across a field of red flowers dancing in with the air
Tweet the blue bird sings flying rapidly from tree to grass like a monkey swinging a jazz
But the moon shimmers upon a clamorous lake whirling the reflection of a puzzle the sees its face
The wind brushes
The leaves
And rustles
The grass
Carries the sound of all the living things
And the clamor
Travels
Far and wide
A frog crocks
And a dog barks
Some cats sing
A hallow meow
All the noise reaches
The homes at the end of the forest
To cradle little children
By star light do they sleep?
And the night she sings a lullaby soothing all her kids to bed as she lives on……
House Noise
The sun skims upon the long drapes
An alarm blares six aaaa.mmmm. In red block letters
The sink whooshes out water and clank closes
The toilet wails and twirls in water in splish-splashing
Children wake up screaming and laughing
Drip-drip-drop, drip-drip-drop, drip-drip-drop
Goes the coffee machine
Vroom, vroom, ieer the cars moves on
Dam-dum-dam-dum
The washing machine
Engages in a tango and a mambo with soap, water, and clothes
Click the TV turns on
Drat the stove is on
Clank all the pots go as she cooks rice, beans, or chicken
The day moves on with a thunderous house
They Set around and did nothing
The City That I love
Rainbow's eyes
Rainbow's eyes
can look for
miles
the crow flies
forever
no limits
found
earth's call
is all you
need
for the rest of your live
the trees dance under Rainbow's eyes
"no end"they sing with
a passion of fire...............