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 April Poems Graved What’s the opposite of the one you love being graved? Is it the on you love being saved Or perhaps a cheerful summer Not having such a bummer Maybe just holding their hand once more Not letting them be cold and sore. Silent What’s the opposite of being silent? Is it being loud and violent Or is it disobeying your mother’s rule Or not giving up without a duel Maybe a scream a laugh or shout Digging out a wormy trout Honking cars in a rowdy world Or having to throw up or hurling Black Black is the ghost of the past Black is the loss of a loved one Black is being locked up in a pitch dark room Black is a paper full of mistakes Black is the never ending laughter of evil Black is being lost in space Black is your nightmare coming to life Black is the licorice in your mouth Or the black that comes out of my dad’s cigarettes. Article posted April 30, 2012 at 12:59 AM • comment • Reads 363 • see all articles |
 About the Blogger I am 10. My Birthday is on October 30.I like Poetry, and I live in Lebanon. Latest 10 Comments: |
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