TheWhiteKenyan
12-24-2010, 09:57 AM
My girlfriend suggested I try writing poems because I apperently talk in poems normally. This is the first thing I've ever written and I just like a few opinions (like should I bother continuing).
Snowed Out
Yeh, snowed out, not in!
As luck would have it.
Outside it's warm - I've been for a swim.
But the rest are gone without me,
They tried again,
But when I was stuck I gave up,
And now I'm left alone.
Alone for Christmas, it's not so bad.
If it wasn't for the pity I'd be grand.
When they left I wasn't sad.
At least that's what I told them,
My Ma, my friends, my Dad
Myself.
But with every phone call, every question,
There came a little doubt.
"You're sure your fine?"
"You'll not be lonely?"
"You'll not be sad?"
And what did I say?
For sure I amn't - Of course I'm grand.
But with every question comes a little doubt.
And now it's Christmas Eve.
I'm not so fine,
I'm a little lonely,
But I'll not be sad.
Soon they'll call me, mother, brother, sister,
Uncles, cousins, aunts.
But I'm not sad.
I'll try end it on a happy note.
No matter I'm stuck in France.
Snowed Out
Yeh, snowed out, not in!
As luck would have it.
Outside it's warm - I've been for a swim.
But the rest are gone without me,
They tried again,
But when I was stuck I gave up,
And now I'm left alone.
Alone for Christmas, it's not so bad.
If it wasn't for the pity I'd be grand.
When they left I wasn't sad.
At least that's what I told them,
My Ma, my friends, my Dad
Myself.
But with every phone call, every question,
There came a little doubt.
"You're sure your fine?"
"You'll not be lonely?"
"You'll not be sad?"
And what did I say?
For sure I amn't - Of course I'm grand.
But with every question comes a little doubt.
And now it's Christmas Eve.
I'm not so fine,
I'm a little lonely,
But I'll not be sad.
Soon they'll call me, mother, brother, sister,
Uncles, cousins, aunts.
But I'm not sad.
I'll try end it on a happy note.
No matter I'm stuck in France.