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Madness

All kids count their ABC's 
But this kid could not learn with ease 
Made him frail, made him weak 
Laughed and teased every week 

Day after day week after week 
Taking it all, too afraid to speak 
When he threatened to take it all away 
They laughed and left him to go play 

Filled with

Old Poem

As you drink from this cute bottle - Little Queen beer,
I drink your peer 
It was a call for
Shutting  the door 
To stop that topic to avoid its sour
It was for you no less no more

An Old Poem of Mine

Hatred is evils product,
And the malicious souls, hah!
Hating both is not hatred

20 Year Old Poem Number20200108

20 Year-Old Poems NUMBER 3 Passover Tree Swallows
                                               

A Sixteen Year Old Poem

When it breaks all the memories are gone, and you sit alone and wonder just what you did wrong
All of your dreams are shattered and torn apart, just like the pieces of your broken heart
Looking back on my life this was once the way that I felt, and I start to remember me as my

3 Day Old Poem

A boy of 10 I only fished,

                     to bring one home for mother`s dish.

                     Became

A Old Poem

I'm so nervous about having no where to go
Do I really have to sleep outside again
I feel abandoned and helpless
But something has kept me afloat
I have a feeling that it could only be God
I'm ashamed at this point
I have began to become humble
Respecting what people say
I can't even explain it myself
Everyone just wants an ear

Any Old Poem Contest: Echoes and Whispers Uncut

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.

touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.

taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.

see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.

smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.

in the glee,

in the hopes and dreams,

in the human spirit,

lives the miracle of life.

the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody

 of echoes

Old Poem

Action your way
Vision you style
Passion will pay
Mission your smile


Do what you love
Love what you do
Yes, rise above
Be the best you


When play is work
And work is play
Charm stays and lurks
Let pure love slay


Do what you say
Each rhyme now heed
Make moments pay
For each new deed


Leon Enriquez
29 June 2014
Singapore



(Note: Old verses written 18 October 2000)

Angel's Breathe a Very Old Poem

I wrote this a long time ago... back when I Rhymed everything...;)                      


                     

Since Youve Been Gone- a 24 Year Old Poem

Since you’ve been gone….
	The flowers have lost their color
		The sun refuses to give its light
			The moon weeps in her sorrow
				And days have turned into night
					Since you’ve been gone

Since you’ve been gone…
	The birds sing a mournful requiem
		The wind moans at the windowsill
			The sea threatens and billows
				The starlight has grown suddenly dim
					Since you’ve been gone

Since you’ve been

Total Harmony For Any Old Poem Will Do

My heart wanders the lonely empty skies
floating, drifting through azure seas

Seeking, searching forever hunting
for its other half it is looking

Somewhere on this verdant planet
as rain flows down, each droplet

As it lands refreshes my soul
so I strive on seeking my goal

When one day, at last, we meet
we will sing together in duet

Such sweet music in total

Bipolar Old Poem

CALL ME CRAZY IF YOU MAY 
CALL ME DOWN RIGHT LOSSED 
THE DOCTORS CALL IT BIPOLAR 
IS THIS WHAT IT COSTS 
MY ANGER KEEPS ON RAGING 
MY TEARS CONTINUE TO POUR 
YET, WHEN I'M HAPPY 
I LAUGH UNTIL I'M SORE 
I CAN'T CONRTOL THESE FEELINGS 
I KNOW THAT SOUNDS BAD 
BUT SINCE I'M IN SUCH

10+ Year Old Poem of Mine. "the Little Key"

THE LITTLE KEY
The little key said to the Lock he wanted to be free            
the Lock responded Im fear HeHe
it growled and snarled Looked mean
the little Key shook at the scene
the Lock was Big MAde solid
Told the little Key Only the bad Possibilities which

On An Old Poem

I read a poem yesterday
An old poem
By a poet preparing to past away
It unravels threads
In my spirits well seamed hem
I am huanted
By why she had to say

I would go back and read
It to myself again,
But may not find the path
From which I fled
Shaking like a child
Before its quaking dread.

Was it the calmness 
Of the preparation
The

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