thank 'e kindly ma'rm

As the pitter patter of the child echoed throughout the hall,
And all the cracks and scrapes were highlighted in the wall,
I began to think and ponder. Wonder aloud. Think and ponder.
Before every sunset there has to be a sunrise,
And for every truth there has to be a thousand lies,
I begin to ponder. Think aloud. Wonder and ponder.
Walking through the woods with stones cutting my feet,
A girl's silhouette appears and leaves a smell oh so sweet,
Pondering and thinking. Talk aloud. Talking and wondering.
Before the birds can hum and my heart can skip a beat,
I must first realize what it is to sleep the sleep,
I dream and hope. Praying out loud. Praying and dreaming.
This is the end, the end of my line,
I know I've had a very pleasant time,
But nothing can take away from the beauty I remember,
Of that one eventful night, in the middle of December.

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^ Nice one.

I tried to write one just then but nothings coming out tonight.

interesting and cool poetry trail, I like how you rhyme every so often..

...i lack inspiration....

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I'm kinda shady on the idea behind beat poetry still even thoguh I read up on it but if this poem applies check it out if it doesn't my mistake

[b]Scars of Memory[/b]

Moments of regret and scars of memory,
Fraught thought and taunt misery.
A tangled web of countless scenes,
Battering silence with endless dreams.
Who indulged every passive second,
Pleasing every desire that beckoned?
Time sweeps in its perpetual flow,
Writing history to all we know.
Provoking pain on a far gone feeling,
Providing sorrow that prolongs healing.
Flashbacks bursting in the air,
Painting scenes of despair.
Cries of forgotten laughter,
Only seem to trodden after.
Watching life stain the mind,
Through a portal lost in space and stuck in time.
Never regretting the pain and misery,
Reminded by these treasured scars of memory.
To have loved and adored you more,
Now amazed by two when once bored with four.


It's about my two uncles that died and I have two left..