oh my lady o lady
your eyes look through my soul
from me something precious you stole
my tounge i cannot control
poetry cannot describe truly
for such my words unworthy
your angelic devine beauty
and ur hair so curly
as i saw u from afar
the cold wind brought to me
the scent of your hair
sitting in a rickety wheel chair
strumming a simple guitar
a heart like broken glass
something which i could never repair
i noticed somethin that day
to which before i was unaware
when she shed her tears
even the heavens weep in despair
and she sang to me
in a voice so sweet
from my broken body
the pain would excrete
once again i felt so free
like never before complete
i would clap to a beat
and screm with joy encore
and she would repeat
in her voice so sweet
i would ask her to dance
and we did
her standing on my feet
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Author:
ishmeal mikeal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a girl i met in a hospital paralyzed from waist down i was just amazed at how someone so beautiful was given such a punishment by god i wrote this for her while i was in the hospital i used to read to her still brings tears to my eyes remembering her sing to me she loved music
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Wow. This is quite the piece, especially with the comment you give explaining it. Your end-rhyming is pleasant, but in an inconsistent fashion that I don't quite catch the pattern. I like it. Thank for the explanation.
i was in a little hurry so i have a lot of mistakes in this one but i will try my best not to make many in the future
I really liked this poem and the way it was built!~♥
thx anna i appreciate the support
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