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Seema Seredy Poem
Looking in the distance, I see you there,
waiting for Heaven-knows-what quietly.
Nobody knows how much you mean to me.
We cannot express this feeling we share.
How much I want to redirect your stare,
there aren't words. Hoping unhappily,
I wish for you to be mine, silently.
This unlucky occurrence is unfair.
But it does not lessen your attraction,
Or just they way your big bright green eyes shine.
Nothing will ever shake my emotions.
Longing, I think of how how you are so kind
Your appeal, beauty and captivation.
All of this is unable to be mine.
Copyright © Seema Seredy | Year Posted 2017
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Seema Seredy Poem
Sienna’s notebook matches the blue sky,
along with the stripes in her plaid shirt sleeves.
Cold pushes me and I wonder why.
The ground is littered with the trees’ old leaves.
Grass is dying from the lack of sunlight.
Trees constantly dance to their own wind song.
Ants run from it, thinking it is frostbite.
Leaves silently wish they could dance along.
Flowers wilt; frost covers like a blanket.
All the leaves in the ground are colorful,
not quite losing their bright colors just yet.
Plants die but nature is still beautiful.
The school buses getting cold from winter
resemble cheddar cheese on a burger.
Copyright © Seema Seredy | Year Posted 2017
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Seema Seredy Poem
I was a budding bookworm in the Big Apple. A river of people rushing past was such a blur for a girl so small. This ocean pulls you in and spits you out like a bad sunflower seed. In a concrete jungle, people live in boxes on top of boxes. The sea of cars is always moving. Even at an age when everything was handed to me, there was no yellow brick road for me to follow, only sidewalks going every which way.
Copyright © Seema Seredy | Year Posted 2017
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