Shades of Blue Longer extended Version.. Please read and critique? - swing a frame blue prints
Two soft blue eyes heavenward
It stands six feet tall in jeans
Her blonde hair falls in his eyes
Without touching innocence by poison
Sweet little girl, her shy smile
World to explore their oyster
Looking confused, simply ask: "Why?"
Not just ... where to start
"Why did my father die?"
You do not find the words have disappeared
The tranquility of the other side
The thoughts of the visions can not stand it
Wrapped in the arms gently weep
The waiting room is empty
You look at the photos, fancy
To reconcile their feelings
Tomorrow Comes the numbness disappears
The sun shines on her face
Blues are available in various colors
In a scar will never be erased
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Memories of a man in blue
They used to put into the night
Good memory, but very little
Places for peace
After his comfortable frame
A handsome man in uniform
Father PicturMail with your name
And beside her a unicorn
Life goes on for girls
The pain of loss away
A chic short loops replaced
As a boy and a girl meets Worlds Collide
A home on a greenfield site
An elderly woman is sitting on a swing
Referring to the stage of life now for the scene
Some happy, a bitter sting
He is a man takes her hand
A car rolls through the dusty track
It helps that they all
It relies on him and the staff
Wonderful couple with a child in her arms
With eyes as blue, green, even vaguely
It has the name of his grandfather and charm
I finish this poem with this scene
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Swing A Frame Blue Prints Shades Of Blue Longer Extended Version.. Please Read And Critique?
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I absolutely love this! This girl, she must be sad, but so happy.She lost his father but found a man for his poem remains thick and Nancy thin.Spectacular,!
The poem (s) number (s) of the order in generations, a very nice gesture. In some places the rhyme sounds a bit forced, trying, if possible, the poem (s) from? Let's talk about the story and lay scattered tendency among devices. Its structure is strong enough otherwise.
Expressive, but so sad. I can not say that I read, because it is very sad, enjoyed. But I like to read, because it stirred something in my heart, became a part of me.
A beautiful epic .... the saga of the life that unites us as a family.
This poem is similar to many stories of life
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Frankly, I>>> I am totally enjoying reading it was a pleasure
Really Thanks for sharing with us ,,,,,
wow!
Nice write ...
"Life is for girls",>> feelings and bitter truth in a mix ....
This is a gift! Thank you for sharing.
This is a gift! Thank you for sharing.
two poems very pleasant and charming.
see, there are on the other side of the storm purple ... Peace
This is a very beautiful poem talking about the lives of so many of us who are somewhat older, who either have or others who have experienced it known.
The death has touched my life once, when he eight years ago with her now nearly 60 years. One of my grandparents have died. It is hard for 8 years to really understand the death. As I am about my friends at school that most of them asked: "Do you have the body?" They were curious as to how the phenomenon of death baffled as I am.
When I was about 10 years, died a friend of mine, who was 8 years old, with a heart defect. It was the first time that I lost someone my age, and reached a little more difficult and more painful than the loss of a grandfather who did not know so well. Now, after 57 years I have survived so many family members and friends have lost count the.
Your poem speaks of the river of life. Life can not continue, but life, and is transmitted from one generation to another with the reliability painful. For a small child, death is hard to explain --But such is life.
Everyone, regardless of age, need to understand what death is, but we also know what life is and how to increase and to the best of him. And you get to give our best when we are back. We can not wait to be loved, if we care enough to love.
My parents have taught me some love, but I do more, learned from my children. To say a man heard a small voice: "Dad, I love you," he can not really understand what love is. Others say the word, because it could easily order a burger without onions. If a child says, it means something.
Very nice writing. And I thank you for me a little thinking, as I was blessed.
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