Treasure….

This is my post for one-shot wednesday…hosted by Pete Marshall this week…

sorry this poem is kind of long…but hope you  like it…

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Treasure

The first time I held you

In the crook of my arm

My little pink bundle

You let out a yawn

And I thought you were

The prettiest baby there was

When you were toothing

You would chew my chain

And sleep with your head on my shoulder

When you could crawl

You looked up at your dad

And trailed him everywhere

When you came down with a fever

You would cry and scream for me

To stay by your side till you sleep

I can picture your warm brown eyes

And your sunny summer frock

As you look guiltily up at me

Covered from head to toe in mud

I think of your pigtails swinging

As you chase the butterflies

And I smile thro’ the kitchen window

As you laugh and dance around

You turn at the school gates

And looked worriedly at me

I smile and wave you on

When in my heart

I’m as worried as you are

I soothe you thro your tears

When your heart is broken

for the very first time

I wished that I could hit

The boy who had hurt my child

I wipe a tear and clap so hard

As you hold your degree high

Smiling widely in your graduation robes

One day after work,

You stand at the kitchen door

I know there is something

You’d like to tell Dad and me

The doorbell rings

And a tall handsome man enters

If we would agree, this is my groom

You say…I glance apprehensively at your father

Then I look into your man’s eyes

I see his love for you shining there

And then I hug you and smile thro’ my tears

My baby is all grown up

4 years later

My baby chases her own little one

And I look back to the day

To see a child with flying pigtails

And one day

When I grow old and die

You would cry by my graveside

But here I am

Standing by yours

My arms feel so empty

And my heart is so heavy

As I think of what could have been

And I give you up

A day after you were born

Legion

He looks so white and pure
But as the moonlight
Shines down
Bathing him in its light
The white washes away
And he stands tall
A legion of the dark
Black wings like a raven
Flutter unfurled in the breeze
As he dives to the ground
They run
Who cant stay straight
For want of a spine

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This one is for Undead poets

Nope…havent seen the movie…just saw the poster….

Nobody’s Angel (for UDPS)

Lightning flash

Pouring rain

Steeped in the shadows of the night

I walk upon the cobbled street

Unmindful of the cold

That has long ago

Seeped into my bones

The steady stream washes away

The blood from my hands

They leer at me

As I step thro’ the door

And cry and plead

As I pull out my gun

I feel no mercy

For these dregs of the society

They say I look like an angel

So sweet and so pure

But the fact remains

That I’m so cold

I’m Nobody’s Angel

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this is my first poem for Undead Poets Society…hope u like it…

Yearning for peace

D mighty boom of the cannons

rent d air

grounds tat were once so lush and green

lay barren and gray

crimson pools spread abt

filled perennially

by d blood flowg off human bdies

So much is lost

but to  gain what?

Till death they are d patriots of the country

after death what is the difference

between friend and foe

the grief of human loss is d same

across borders and beliefs

Sadness

She smiles as they laugh around

But her beautiful eyes remain

Endless pools of sadness

They call themselves her friends

Yet they do not see

Past her confidence

That masks the hurt underneath

She catches me staring at her

And she gives me a smile

The same sad smile