Dressed in black,
With no topcoat,
Or a hat.
I shiver freezing on this boat,
My blood is weak,
I’m pale as the snow,
The only red in on my cheek,
But that’s from the strength of the wind blow.
Everyone around me is wearing white,
They have their own worries to foresee,
Out of the winters bite!
They have topcoats,
They have hats,
They have lifeboats,
Some are wearing caps.
I have nothing,
I’m wearing black,
They are now queuing,
I’m gonna stay back.
Their white clothes,
And white boats,
I don’t belong here,
I don’t even have a black coat.
I don’t belong here!
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Author:
LittlePea (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is my first post. I wrote a lot during my secondary school years into young adult and then hit writers block. I’ve wanted to publish my poetry for years in the hope that it might strike a chord with some or show that lots of people struggle.
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Comments5
Well done for taking the first step and sharing your words, which are thought provoking and poignant in this poem. Im sure you’ll be made to feel like you belong here - Bear
Thanks Bear 😊
Welcome to the friendly fold which is MPS.
Great opening poem with a touch of sad mystery to draw us in.
Please feel free to join in and make comments upon any poetry on here for thats the way this site works best. We are a friendly bunch and ready to welcome you as a whole.
Thanks for reading and the warm welcome ☺️
Welcome Pea, it's here you do belong. ; ) AP
Aww thank you 🙏🏻 🥰
Hi Pea. Welcome to mps. Excellent first poem 🙂
Thank you. It means so much to me, all these comments - as I’ve held on to these poems for so many years. Feels like the right place to share them ☺️
But with words like these you belong on this site with us all LittlePea,
Welcome to MPS.
Thank you 😊
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