Acclimate

[» Sahar]

The anguish past, never last, I recast my vote.
I command the work at hand. No longer feel remote.
I cease in knowing what I'm showing, but care to understand.
The weather changes, my heart engages and now I comprehend.

[» jeskar]

Right now I think I'm on the brink of this poetic style.
So with my hands I type my plans and revel in my guile.
For at Christmas time I'm in my prime, my thoughts are ever swift.
And in the morning, without a warning, will be the perfect gift.

[» Sahar]

License....

When material girl met symbolic guy
the confusion caused their minds to fly.

She didn't understand what he represented.
He didn't know what it was she meanted.

[» Sahar]

sad poem...

this is a sad poem
in deep despair

so sad, so sad
life doesn't care

this is a sad poem
about all the sad things

a world full of sorrow
from which sadness springs

[» air]

Awesome, Sahar!
That poem is like the Blues.
People don't play the Blues to feel sad,
they play them to feel better. Your sad poem made me laugh!

[» marc]

its all about the violin smiley!

[» Sahar]

Thank you both.