I sit on the swings,
Alone in the park.
I watch the sky,
As it starts to go dark.
I see the first star,
Shining so bright.
And my mind starts to wander,
With memories i ponder.
I watch the sky,
As more stars appear,
And think to myself,
Can this world be real?
And then i realise,
As i slowly look down,
When you look at the begining,
Of the night sky,
That seems to be singing,
With happiness and fun,
It seems to be,
The only thing that can be shown.
But then you look at the ground,
And its all gone,
Back to reality,
Is where your thrown.
A contest entry
- Screw the Invite Contests (Anything) by ShadedRequiem.
300 points, ended April 15, 2008, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
The person i wrote this poem for knows who they are :p
Comments
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Yeah, reality does kind of suck. I'd much rather have things the way I want them,. but alas, I am not allowed. Anyway, great poem. Lots of feeling. Good job.
Alyssa
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Woah, very cool. I had to read it twice to get the reference to the swing and the world. very cool way of putting it. Love the flow. it kind of makes me feel dizzy lol, puts me in the place of swinging, looking down, thinking about the world. Awesome
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Thankyou for your comment
The story behind this is true. I was on holidays with my friend and every night we sat on the swings at the park as it grew dark. It was sad when we had to leave, because the park near my house is ages away but you dont need swings to look at the sky.
'Dragontamer xxx
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Well-done. Interesting rhyme scheme and much imagery.
I remember being your age and having the same kind of thoughts. Keep writing and putting out more nice work like this.
Wolfie
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wow, awesomeness write Tam!!
oh and you're missing a 'p' in happiness, lol.
luv kate
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lol thankyou kate
Hehe thanks for that 2 i wouldnt of realised ^^
Tam xxx
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