New Jersey holds beauty
Theta was here, knowing not to count his eggs before they hatch, but he knew this one would no matter what.
- Everything was worth it for this moment
For I will see her and snow and I’ll be able to hold it
- Memories will be made and laughter be had
For these people and meeting them has made me glad
- Each of them more beautiful than any snow flake
Snow angels are envyuos and their halos and wings they shake
- More pure than water and move me farther than wind
All their dreams and smiles where do I begin
- And then there’s her my very own personal blanket
She makes my heart go loud and cause a racket
- It skips when she smiles laughs and talks to me
She is prettier than snow and purer than water i do believe
- She blesses me with banter and jokes and plans for the future
For New Jersey I can wait but why can’t it come sooner
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Good morning fellow poets. Hope you have a wonderful day and or night spent with loved ones. Feedback is always welcome. -Theta your friendly neighborhood scholar. Note to self: how is she in my mind at least one a day. Like a virus a beautiful whimsical virus so pure and delicate, unlike a virus she is welcomed.
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Why does it feel like April in December. (Fuck you Adam for making me watch that damn show)
Who's that Adam?! A fine write Theta.
Thank you for generous words. As for Adam he made me watch an animated series which is both beautiful and sad. At the time I was lonely but thankfully not anymore. Me and my friends and girlfriend are gonna move to new jersey in the distant future.
I am an indulgent scholar of animation. Which series was it if you don't mind my asking?
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I've never been to new jersey, so I know nothing of what it is like. Although, if you believe it to be as beautiful as you say then I think there isn't any harm done.
Thank you for the kind words it never snows here in California in fact there are fires here (I've only seen twice).
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