I wrote this poem many years ago when I realized how much reading meant to me. It is a "refreshing" activity. I hope you'll like this rhymed poem:
A tear is the beer that a lonely man drinks.
A book is the brook where I go to think.
I sit a my table of escape and I bathe
in the rippling waters that flow from each page.
Whenever I feel sorrow or pain,
I put on my trunks , and go swimming again.
I swim the cool waters that take me away
From the dull, lonely living that comes with each day.
If I get tired as the pages go by,
I climb out of the water, and wipe myself dry.
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Showing posts with label rhymed poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Oh, It's Halloween
Up until now, my poetry presented here has been unrhymed. I have also written many rhymed poetry. The following has been published in the Bangor Daily News at Halloween time:
The night could not be darker.
The wind is shrill and loud.
The moon looks almost frightened
as it haies behind a cloud.
An owl hoots in the distance.
Dry leaves fall from the trees.
Ripe pumpkins line the gardens,
And puddles start to freeze.
A cat screames from a fencepost.
All kinds of spooks are seen.
We think they are trick--or--treaters.
Who knows? It's Halloween!
The night could not be darker.
The wind is shrill and loud.
The moon looks almost frightened
as it haies behind a cloud.
An owl hoots in the distance.
Dry leaves fall from the trees.
Ripe pumpkins line the gardens,
And puddles start to freeze.
A cat screames from a fencepost.
All kinds of spooks are seen.
We think they are trick--or--treaters.
Who knows? It's Halloween!
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