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Cathy Zhang Poems
I think I will not be there To see a flower be less that fair A flower whose hungry mouth looks up To see the shining sun above
There are a lot of beverages But there's one that feels like a kiss As I drank it A fire was lit
I wandered in a quiet, lovely garden And stumbled into a patch of roses, I walked back and said, 'Pardon, ' But took a step forward to be closer,
Image Of Perfection
He's a god, the image of perfection One touch and I'm entwined in the net; One stare in his jade gaze and I melt An angel and Cupid, the two have met:
The Feeling I Can't Explain
It wasn't love at first sight We grew onto one another in time, Now one look at him makes my day bright All I want from him is to make him mine.
Say not of kindness for he is there, To help you survive, To help you care, To keep you alive.
When I close my eyes to see, The wonderful movie starring me. This is it, so let me be, Just hear a few words of mine.
The battle that's never won The forever-lasting winter. The hurricane of destruction Covers and destroys many.
It is in all our chests It is the shine of light In all despair It will not end here
Will the Earth end in heat? Water, rubble, ice, or fire? From Earth's death will we meet Our doom, our death, or our desires?
Remember your memories For they are the keys To your life, to your heart It'll be troublesome to part
The Gates of Heaven
Saint Peter stands guard at the gates of Heaven Letting in those who never committed a sin, But for those who did, will not come in And down they go for punishment!
Shakespeare? What a Bore!
I have to read a play That the famous Shakespeare wrote I try to create the longest delay But the horror keeps coming close
I don't want to be Someone simple and normal Just being me Is far from being usual
Comments about Cathy Zhang
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
I think I will not be there
To see a flower be less that fair
A flower whose hungry mouth looks up
To see the shining sun above
A flower that grows more than a mile
To open her petals with a smile
In spring, the flower will become
A bee's and insect's lovely home
As the water rains down to meet
The flower's beautiful greet
A flower is the most fair
When there are humans who truely care