You said that it's not often
That you hear kinds words like these
So here's a list to show you
All you mean to me
I’ll say that you’re the breeze
You keep my world alive
You're my comfort on a warm day
And the rustle in green leaves
You’re the grass that coats the ground
To protect my worn bare feet
You're oh so soft and gentle
And you mean so much to me
You’re the pillow on my bedsheets
In the least creepy way
I only mean to tell you
You keep nightmares away
You’re the comfort of a quilt
Make from a grandma’s hands
The ever soft caresses
Of the fabric’s worn out strands
You’re the gentle sounds of music
That fill my mind all day
I hope you never leave
I’d like your words to stay.
You’re all these things and more
The light of stars so old
You’re worth more than even
This planet’s weight in gold.
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Author:
Kinsey Peterson (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm back from a long depressive episode- and this is an old poem I wrote for a friend that I recently edited. I'm trying to get back into poetry so apologies if this one seems a bit juvenile. Make sure you drink water. :)
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Comments3
Lovely! Well done…
Lovely poem. Written words often express our feelings better than any spoken words.
Very good words Joan.
Andy
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