Poetry Corner
- bpcnewsletter
- Dec 19, 2018
- 1 min read
By Samuel Lee
Forgotten
Sitting by each other
Side by side
Waiting
Waiting
Ever so quietly
Glazed over eyes
Peering the window
Waiting together
Waiting as one
“Patience,” he said to me
“Patience”
Smiles, slowly turning dull
Patience, slowly growing thin
Waiting
Waiting
Ever so silently
Wishes
Hopes
Fading
Fading
“Patience,” he said to me
“Patience”
Our seams, starting to tear
Our fur, starting to wear
“Forgotten,” I say
Forgotten.
Shrooms
There once was a maiden named Snow
Who wanted to make herself grow
So in went a shroom
That was in full bloom
But all it did was make her glow
Rhythm and Rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme?!
There’s no way I’d have time!
And only for a dime?!
Now that is just a crime!
It’d take way too much time
To make something sublime...
I could only make grime,
So please don’t make me rhyme!
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