The silent, they call me,
without ever having talked to me.
I say, I'm like a thunderstorm,
that slowly draws away.
The ugly, they call me,
without even look at me right.
I say, I'm like a deep black ocean,
but I'm shining under the moonlight.
The strange one, they call me.
But did they even know,
how much I can charm others,
only with my friendliness?
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Author:
luana (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2018 16:22
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my first poem ever, so... it's not really the best one, I know :D
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WILLKOMMEN ~ LUANA ~ Danke fur Ihr erstes Gedict ! Loved the Poem because it describes exactly how I feel ~ when those who hardly know me call me inapplicable names ~ It hurts a bit ~ but not much because they are the losers for not really getting to know the real me ! You imply the same attitude in your ripostes ! Not SILENT but a THUNDERSTORM ~ Not UGLY but a Deep Bleck Ocean ~ Shining under the Moonlight ~ Not STRANGE but CHARMING & FRIENDLY ~ Lovely ! I visited the German Christmas Markets ~ in DECEMBER and loved them all ~ especially the GLUWEIN und BRATWURST ! Please visit my Poems ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)
Thank you! 🙂 I will definitely read your poems, and it's nice to hear that you liked the christmas markets!
I think quiet people are very often misjudged. I was pathologically shy as a young person and had people attack me for all kinds of things I wasn't even thinking..... people are inexplicable.....
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