Below is the poem entitled 25 which was written by poet
Ober. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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At 25, I'm a sketch at best,
a half-drawing waiting to be coloured.
I could tell you that my hair is blonde,
thick and wavy, never dyed.
I could confide to you that my eyes are green,
but they turn blue when I cry.
Should I tell you about my only tattoo -
there on my shoulder,
where a sunflower blooms?
How about my love for spicy foods
or anything chocolate - my sweetest tooth.
I adore books of any kind,
from philosophy, art, and history
to sci-fi, suspense, and mystery -
if I could, I'd live in a library.
I love to draw the human face,
but I'd rather paint an unknown place.
I'm stubborn and patient and loyal,
and I'd like to think I'm unspoiled.
I dream of a cottage by the sea
where I could write all the time
beside weeping willow trees.
But the truth of all truths?
I'm more than pleased
to be a tiny drop of water
in this sea of humanity,
hoping to ripple the water
just a little.
Inspired by Frank's "Self Portrait" contest