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Rosanna Llamera Poem
Tic, tac the clock said.
Tic, tac, tic, tac the sound of it.
Waiting for midnight to come,,,
Like waiting for someone important.
Tic, tac, tic, tac the clock said.
Waiting for the new day to come....
To someone especial being left behind.
Tic, tac the clock said.
Hoping a new beginning to come.
Tic, tac, tic, tac the clock said.
Children and adults tease,
For the clock of life is being tease behind!!!
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2011
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Rosanna Llamera Poem
A cup of coffee is what I have everyday:
To kept me going,
To kept me active,
To kept me satisfy my thirst!
A cup of coffee is what I have to prepare everyday:
To drink,
To kept as a rut,
To felt the taste of a good coffee everyday:
No lies,
No alibi,
No trick.
A cup of coffee is what I have everyday:
To kept me company,
To kept me active,
To kept me from sleeping!
A cup of coffee is what I have everyday:
To satisfy my thirst,
To taste a good coffee,
No lies,
No alibi,
To kept me company as a rut;
of what a beautiful day everyday
Amen!
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2013
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Rosanna Llamera Poem
I am a prisoner of my thoughts
I am a prisoner of my ambitions
I am a prisoner of my fantasy
I am a prisoner of their own culture
their own rules
their own rage
I am a prisoner of my own pride
my own hypocrate
my own dreams
I am a prisoner of my own act!
my own rakelessness
my own life.
Set me free
Set me free
The prisoner
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2013
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Rosanna Llamera Poem
When I looked at the window
I see the outside shadow.
The bright light of the sun
and the bright light of the moon
at night time too.
The sky is so bright
the weather is very cool
the atmosphere is far more to reach
the wind blows as hard as it could.
To give a cool weather and bright day light.
And leave a very cool wind blows and felt
the sea breeze at noon even in a very hot summer time.
When I looked at the window
I see the sky the white clouds form like cotton in the sky.
The rain pouring,
the wind blows the white clouds become a smoke clouds
in the sky. Followed by the rainbow to stopped the rain
from pouring and the bright white clouds came again.
And that's how I notice when I looked at the window
every time. And I didn't realized it is a day time.
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2014
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Rosanna Llamera Poem
An arts is a genuine thoughts by an artist.
A remarkable works of every human,
who are gifted with the said work of arts.
It inspired by the million of people around the world.
It is a master piece to others.
But a pure gift, skill, and talent of mine.
It is my inspiration, my challenge,my passion.
An arts it will become a gift, or a skillful work,
of every individuals who have passion of it.
A passion of making things from the innermostly!
A genuine thoughts of every person of all ages.
A challenge to mandate your mind to draw a line,
who can bring huge impact in the society of today.
A promising thoughts of a gifted mind!
An arts, a master piece of all ages!!!
Copyright © Rosanna Llamera | Year Posted 2012
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