21. The Old Fella Out At Buck Creek
There is an old fella out at Buck Creek
He's a little hard of hearing, so be loud when you speak
He's lived many years and has seen many things
He's as good as an angel but without the wings
There is an old fella out at Buck Creek
He's a little hard of hearing, so be loud when you speak
He's lived many years and has seen many things
He's as good as an angel but without the wings
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The sun is slowly setting.
The sunset is magnificent with the different shades of pink and red spread across the sky.
I touch your cheek and notice just how pale it really is.
The sun is slowly setting.
This poem could have so many meanings. Personally, it describes what is happening in my life right now. In four days, my crush will know that I like him and your poem has inspired me to make...
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In a world of books, I am one of a kind,
My cover worn and tattered, but my story intertwined.
Through countless hands, I've been passed along,
A tale of adventure, love, and song.
personifying it as a unique and storied individual in a world of books. It reflects on the enduring magic and treasures found within the worn pages, urging readers to gently explore its...
She never liked to read,
Because she was always in her own head.
So she wrote of all the things she knew,
And made her own stories instead.
Lately, I have really struggled to write,
I think of an idea, but I think "no, not tonight."
I try and I try, but I can't seem to find my rhyme,
I don't have the motivation, and I don't have the time.
I'm sure a lot of us can relate to this poem. We all have moments when the words just won't flow. Well done putting it into a poem. Best wishes, Ann