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Adelaide Johnston Poem
I am afraid
of how this one might end
it's almost like my decisions
might be my friend
If I play my weary hand just right
I might be happy for all my life
Yet still there is uncertainty
About what my future will be
Will it be mine? Pure happiness?
Or will I never see
her long white dress?
Will I ever take her from the isle
if I miss this chance?
I think I couldn't
I know I wouldn't.
So I'll ask her
Would you like to dance?
Copyright © Adelaide Johnston | Year Posted 2016
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Adelaide Johnston Poem
Love
Love is a snowflake,
like a feather from the sky.
Fallen off an angel's' wing,
floating towards you and I.
It lays a blanket, like snow,
on the ground of our hearts.
From the highest mountain peak,
to where the frozen river starts.
Love is an icicle,
the weapon that we wield.
With the glasses' foggy mist,
they are our sword and shield.
Love is a blizzard,
the dance of our emotion.
Forever freezing our feelings,
into one single motion.
The motion of our love,
it works it's way forever.
Deeper into our souls,
shall it stop? Never!
Never let our love,
act as though it were a season.
It can never melt away,
or disappear,
for any reason.
Copyright © Adelaide Johnston | Year Posted 2016
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Adelaide Johnston Poem
The timekeeper,
holds time in his hands.
Like the tick of a clock,
or the filter of sand.
The timekeeper,
is round as the moon.
Counting the seconds,
till humanities doom.
The timekeeper,
judges my fate.
Whom I do treasure,
and whom I do hate.
The timekeeper,
so wise and strong.
Yet he has a weakness,
that astonishes all.
The timekeeper,
know’s not one thing.
When his hour shall end,
when time's coo-coo clock sings.
Copyright © Adelaide Johnston | Year Posted 2016
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Adelaide Johnston Poem
No one,
no one,
none will know.
The reason,
why,
this boat you row.
Through,
a river,
of dark despair.
Till you,
reach,
heaven's layer.
No one,
no one,
none can see.
Why,
so hopeful,
you can be.
Even when,
you are tried.
God knows,
your soul,
cannot be tied.
No one,
no one,
none can hear.
Your voice of triumph!
Coming near!
You have reached,
heavens gates'!
None too soon,
and none too late.
Copyright © Adelaide Johnston | Year Posted 2016
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