Hope,
Spreads throughout my thoughts.
I can't even finish my sentence,
Without thinking of what could be,
Between you and me.
Even if it’s just my fantasy—
My own delusions,
My own interpretations,
I can’t help but want more—
Yet a the same time,
I can’t help but love our present.
Everytime you make me laugh.
Your glances,
Hoping for a reaction,
From a silly side note,
Someone else said.
Others say it’s obvious.
It’s clear that you like me.
However,
If that’s true,
Then it’s clear that I like you too,
So I think to myself,
I’ll wait till he makes a move,
Until then,
I’ll enjoy these moments,
Between me and you.
When I was but a youngster
A poem was just a poem
A little rhyme for little people too
I learned a new perspective
When teacher sat me down
And taught me how to write like poets do
P is for the perfect poem, poets polish late
R is for the reader up at night
E is for the eloquence, others emulate
T is for the tact in how you write
T is for the trust you win, when you tell the truth
Y is for the yearnings of our youth
P is for the passion, properly employed
O is for the only one you love
E is for the ebullience, thoroughly enjoyed
M is for the magic moon above
S is for the silly side, someone spied in you
A is for the artful things you do
R is for the right to speak
E is effort too, and that is why a poem is...
U.
Balderdash and buttonholes
Are they wearing real mink stoles?
Reminds me of the days of trolls.
As I say this my eye rolls.
My silly side lives in the drolls.
Are those horses with their foals?
Where are the sanitary bowls?
Balderdash and buttonholes
This poem has grown a nose that rolls.
Try something really funny
Racing with your honey!
Try something really silly
Backwords over land that's hilly!
Try something really crazy
Go into field that's mazy!
Beats being a couch potato
Might grow at least one tomato!
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