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loved
loved
Jan 03, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Welcome to snow

The snow outside my window

Will send you all a chill

Its upto my window sill

Yet its falling I want you to know

Playing in the snow is fun

One loves to warm up after the snow.

 

You and your boy friend

Or maybe girl friend and you

Can come along and play in the snow too.

 

Behind our house there is a big park

The blades of grass has been replaced

By white bed sheet

The snow glistens as the sun peeps in

You are welcome to come in

 

Enjoy the snow before it starts melting then it will be so cold

You will need a thorough house warming and perhaps a tot of brandy too

Then you will never know

In whose arms

And with whom are you two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

— loved, Jan 03, 2010

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loved

loved

16 years 5 months ago

thanks

ur are sweeter at least u read and comment
loved

loved

16 years 5 months ago

thanks

u r welcome to read 1930 poems there thanks again luv u all frnds
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

You need to read a lot of

You need to read a lot of poetry by many poets and get into the swing of things, you try to rhyme too hard at the expense of the content of the poem and bring in banal thoughts when the rest is not, a little muddled for me, I am being honest and hope not to offend, but no doubt have. I do my bit. I had a bash at your poem, but gave up, its your poem to create:- The snow outside my window will send you a chill its pile reaches up to my window sill its still falling you know when playing in the white its a game that I love then the coming in so bright to the warm of the stove My friends can join in look out Josephine This is bad but you might get the idea of the better way to put it. "Playing in the snow is fun One loves to warm up after the snow." is not poetry just statment, no rhythm here. I hope I haven't scared you away and that you will read a lot of poetry, please, and then you too will dance with the words in their magic and mesmerise our minds with your sweeps of thought. Yours humbly Ann Quality not quantity!
loved

loved

16 years 4 months ago

thanks

thank u very much i have written NON CONVENTIONAL POETRY 2080 POEMS IN ONE YEAR IF ONE LIKES......... EVEN ONE....... I AM HAPPY ITS JUST A HOBBY OF RELIEVING AND SHARING I REGARD UR VIEWS WITH GRATEFUL GRATITUDE GLAD U PLACE ME IN MY RIGHT PLACE . I AM NO NO POET AT ALL A SCIENTIST OF THE HUMAN MIND . BUT PLEASE DO READ SOME U MAY LIKE AT LEAST A LINE OUT OF 2080 PLUS POEMS I SUFFER FROM EGO CANCER AND HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT RGDS LOVED I HAVE JUSTED POSTED ANOTHER I WRITE IN FIVE MINUTES AND THE COMPUTER DOES THE REST I POST IT THATS THE END OF MY POEM Wait for me Wait for me Wait for me Around the edge of time When it’s my time To go Hold my hands in yours. Press them to show your love Come to my arms Just for a while, As the time slips Below my feet In a whiff I’m about to go Over the cliff Hold me tight Just for once more, For then who knows for sure Whether I shall be any more Your love is all I sought These years gone by How time does fly None can say But when its time to go Just come once my way, For it’s the last loving way For one to really say Oh LH do please Hold on Do stay The time has not yet come To go away