Similar to us, hands and face,
alike to the human race.
Each tock passes by, a second has passed,
which one our first, which one our last?
...
OH! How we used to play in lush fields, so green,
we would have been so very keen.
Then came along, the new CELL PHONE,
thats when we started to grumble and moan
...
The Women In Leather
When the hand strikes twelve, night permeates,
Drunkards stagger alongside their mates.
...
The Poacher
Muscles bulging, arms swinging
Through lush green trees where birds are singing.
Coming to an abrupt stop, he pauses and waits,
...
A new life, a mammal had been added,
He lay in his mothers palms. So padded.
A snuffle and squeak, then the first breath,
But around the corner, waited blood cold death.
...
I am a teenage girl and I live in London. From a very young age I have loved writing anything and everything. I am aiming to write a book but I never manage to finish my thousand of un-finished books.)
Clock
Similar to us, hands and face,
alike to the human race.
Each tock passes by, a second has passed,
which one our first, which one our last?
Time evokes age and wisdom as well,
Whether you go to heaven or hell.
In this modern day world, time is short,
It cannot be added, given or bought.
So treasure each moment with soul and heart.
Life is like an expensive piece of art.
The amazing ones, come and go,
Some are high and some are low.
You are special, I am sure of that,
From your little toe to your top hat.
Amazing I want to read the poem if the earth could speak