Wall rises high, barrier of steel and stone
“Keep out,” it commands, “this land is our own”
Hope knows no borders, go back home
© daniel miltz
No teddy bears in the wood,
Mummy bear forbids it,
As all good mothers should.
How do you explain
To a young teddy bear
that danger lurks,
In woods everywhere.
Why should adults
And all that is sane
Have need to explain,
It is a crying shame
It takes away their innocence,
And makes them suspicious and wary,
The woods where they loved to play,
It's becoming frightening and scary.
So don't go down to the woods today,
As you may get a big surprise,
The person that you meet there,
May be the cause of your demise!
KEEP OUT
Sad years lay hidden in the crusted ochre bloodstains of rusted tears.
11/8/2016
submitted to – The Rusted Gate – Poetry Contest
As we walked out the door, a small girl looked in my eyes she was so pretty and
Just then did I know it was time. “ Mommy she looks like an angel!” she just
laughed
As the girl twisted her hands through her hair I gasped. She was like seeing heaven
And as fragile as glass. She blinked at me and now I didn’t want to leave.
“Mommy she’s God’s Angel I like this dream!” She smiled again and said a statement
I liked
“Well you’ll be back tomorrow, I am glad you had a nice day, when we get out you
can go out
and play.” That night I went to bed thinking about the girl I seen the look in her
eyes it was like a dream.
Mommy looked in my closet and under my bed, tucked me in and then touched her
hand to my head.
“Sweet dreams.” She whispered as she walked out the door. Sweet dreams indeed
for everything and more.
The End
Here is a story sad and true, how my life made me question, "what did I do?"
I am only eight years old and my hands are tied I have a pencil in my mouth and my
eyes are open wide.
Honestly I knew what they said was a lie but I listened anyways and that’s how I
ended up on the inside,
I don't like it here and all my friends said, "Keep out!" but I didn't listen and now
even the monsters in my closet can't hear me when I shout.
This building made my mommy smile, she told she would pick me up after
awhile.
Every other kid my age I saw was either crying or just down right mean. There
were crayons
On the floor and paper stuck to the wall, there were chairs in the corner and a few
girls holding dolls.
There was a lady clapping and calling out names finally she got to me and I wanted
to scream.
I tried to reach the door knob but It was out of my reach. Then the lady laughed at me
and said,
“What would you like me to teach?” I shook my head and started to cry the floor
started spinning and
I wish I could fly, because the window was open and just a little over my head. I
tried not to listen
to a thing she said.
Keep out
This light
Leave us alone
Let us count
These sacred bones
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