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How poetry saved my lifeOft times I feel I must expoundMy thinking.I sing a song of El GardineAnd share a part of me.But just as often (I believe)I feel sad.It's bad when I feel all aloneAdrift on sorrow's sea.So poetry is like a ship.Stay afloat!I note the way it pleases meTo see my soul unfurled.I bear my heart for all to see.But for what?Is not the heart a precious thingTo loose upon the world?In bursts my heart cries out in burstsThrough my pen.And then I rest, my soul appeased.I breathe a gentle sigh.My poems are a sweet release.This is me!I'll be loving life's poetryUntil the day I die.
To my friendShe's alway's there when I am sad,In times of need when things are bad.She smiles with me when I am glad andTempers me when I am mad.Ever gentle; sheRemains - the best friend I have ever had.
As day follows nightThe sun is high upon the skyA few white clouds hang not so highMy legs in pain will fight the strainThat heavy breathing doth belie.I ride my bike up many hillsThe few declines my only thrillsMy mind is working as it doesEven though this really kills.My plan today to take a rideWas meant to lift me from my slideInto the horror of last nightWhen scared I me with what's inside.I pedal slowly as I goMind revolted, now I knowShellshocked by the news so grimI saw it coming, go to woe.The day is hot, the journey longI can't but help think that something's wrongSo now I turn and ride awayFrom where I know I can't belong.Drops of sweat from my eyelashesDropping down with gentle splashesSoftly, softly past my visionLight my world with sun lit flashes.Or blind me from my hopeless loveI have no word that rhymes with flashes.This poem will remain unfinished.