Genre Poetry. Page - 69
A short poem I made about life. It's not very good but I just hope use will take the time and read about what i think of life.
Fantasy shared
This just a collecton of somewwhat random poems. Read and i hope ypu enjoy. comment on the books in the post i have created. Written by FinalFairyTail
I love him why can't he see that? Why am I nonexistent?
This is a collection of my poetry. It's not the best that you'll find, but hopefully someone will be able to relate to it. And if not, maybe you'll just like them.
Tagebuch...September...Freitag...15:00h.....
letzter Grillabend...
Boaahh
Klamotten,
Arbeitssachen,
Akten, Laptop,
in die Ecke geschleudert.
Hatte schon auf der Fahrt nach Hause,
einen "Kühlen Blonden" im Kopf.
Oh ja,
ein kalter Kasten Pils ,
am Liegestuhl parat,
den Grill auch vorgeheizt
auf 180 grad.
Spear Ribs und etwas vom Nacken.
Auch Steaks vom Haifisch,
egal wie teuer.
Heute wird nicht gespart
sondern aufgetischt.
Und es gibt auch Nachtisch.
Denn auf der Garten-Terasse,
ist heute eine Fete angesagt.
Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin. A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. Today I am writing my mother from inside a body that used to be hers. Which is to say, I am writing as her daughter.