He walks around the house everyday;
waiting for this gurl to call him.
His heart in dispair and his mind turning with concern; THe gurl he put so much time in with; has yet to talk to him over the phone.
The happines is gone and he wonders what went worng;
As he starts to questiopni his self, the pohne rings; He picks up with a soft voice hello? She says it's me the girl you met at the club last week; all of the sudden his heart rose, and he smiled with happines;
As they talked he could never be more happier, then when he turned 21 just this past week; last week at the club
By: Andre Cartier
A contest entry
- Worker's Anthem by Poemdancer.
1100 points, ended December 3, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I dont think that you entered the right contest here, your poem was supposed to be about a job that you have done before/currently working at. Also, you have lots of mistakes in here, i would consider revising. other then that best wishes to you!
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