Childish head

malubotelho

The night could not sleep thinking about the next day.
When the day came the night was tired and went to bed.
The day was happy and made so much noise that awakened the night.
The night got out from her bed and shadowed the day creating an eclipse.

  • The day got a bad humor and went to bed early.
  • Author: Malu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2017 13:09
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 43
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  • Poetic Dan

    Early bird catches the worm, really liked this, thank you.

    • malubotelho

      Thank you Dan. Just playing a bit.

    • Michael Edwards

      Love it - did you know that Dawn wanted to go out with Sunset but they never met up.

      • malubotelho

        How cute, right. Yes, I find that the best time of the day is when the day meets the night and they embrace each other. But then they say goodbye.

      • onepauly

        wonderfuly put. it makes ya think. horizens

        • malubotelho

          Thanks Pauly. I appreciate you reading.

        • BRIAN & ANGELA

          Thanks MALU ~ Night & Day are different but mutually exclusive. You can't have ONE with the OTHER. I prefer DAY because a more evil breed of Men & Women prefer the Darkness to the Light because their deeds are indeed evil ! Thanks for caring ~ Hugs BRIAN

          • malubotelho

            Thank you Brian. I like the silence of the night to meditate.

          • Cyprian Van Dyke

            Interesting story! Thank you for sharing it. 🙂

            • malubotelho

              Thank you for reading my childish writing. I appreciate your comments.

            • FredPeyer

              Very cute and funny. Nearly sounds like a children's rhyme! Well done.

              • malubotelho

                I would say it is like teenage thoughts. Fun

                • FredPeyer

                  Just goes to show malu, that writers never grow up! 🙂

                  • malubotelho

                    I agree. I'm still a child inside. My older son is like me and we play like two children. My younger son is older than all of us. Believe it or not.

                  • malubotelho

                    Thank you Kat. It was a fun write.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Good write, each day comes and goes, the better the day the longer we would like it to be.

                    • malubotelho

                      You can have a long day as long as you don't make too much noise. Thanks

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Ian always quiet writing and reading poetry, maybe the odd sob or laugh.

                        • malubotelho

                          Yes, it is incredible how what we read affects our mood even if just for a moment.



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