A poem written for my parents. I love them a lot. And they are no less to me than a present. I hope you people can relate to it :) Share this poetry with your loved ones. I am sure that they will like it :)
In a world of horrific events, we are often shielded from the true enormity of the situation. I know no more than anyone else, but I do know that there are people out there suffering, tormented by the horrors they see unfold in front of their eyes. We live in…
Always remember the little things, they're the most important, and the ones you'll miss most when they are gone. Cherish everything that doesn't matter at the time but will forever mean the world to you.
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper time…
This is a poem based in a classroom setting while a teacher talks to a group of students about literature, history, African-Americans, and the civil rights era all woven and connected together by referencing the 1990's NBC sitcom "Saved By The Bell" throughout the entire piece.