The shadow of November
creeps in the fastened window of my mind,
like a ghost trying to come back to life,
while the rain peeps
to sanctify the memory of my past.
As I venture the street of sorrow in solitude,
trying to find my way to serenity,
the chilling dampy wind
reminds me to bring my coat,
for the frosty season is coming.
Though it is a sign
that the year is about to conclude,
it is also a reminder
that I still have one last chance
to prepare for a grand year end.
November 8, 2020
November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
The way you look at me makes me so happy,
I love your messy hair even when its nappy,
I love the way you smile,
It stretches like a thousand miles,
just to reach me,
You smile makes me weak in the knees,
You brang light into my heart,
When it was all dark and dampy,
You bring a smile o my face,
and you fill my life with your grace,
So now with you its the best it can be,
You mean the world to me,
Having you is my one and only dream,
Without you I would fall apart,
All the shattered pieces would be my heart,
But you will always be here,
I will always keep you near,
I love you
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