Angel A. Lockwood

(07//64 / Nyc)

A cup of alphabets soup


Today I had my favorite soup
In a big teal bowl, which
I've always liked
So very much
As I viewed each letter
I thought about us

A - is for the affection
We are all in need of

B - is for the bond
We feel, when we are truly loved

C -is for courtesy showned
Because you sincerely care

D - is for the devotion
Even when not there

E - is for eternal
Real love never dies

F - is for the friendship

Our hearts are intricately tied together and a abundance of
Love is in supply

These are some of the letters of the alphabets, which was in my cup
As, I enjoyed each morsel of the soup
While eating the letters up!

Submitted: Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A cup of alphabets soup by Angel A. Lockwood )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. It is no surprise, Dr PJ Raj Kamal
  2. Spiritual Life, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  3. I Saw Planets, Naveed Akram
  4. Saviour By The Road Side, Juwon Daniel
  5. went a walk, lee fones
  6. The Moon's Present Woe, cheryl davis miller
  7. Funeral, Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  8. Mount Patsy Land, Richard Thripp
  9. dOnE - Paying kEtCh uP, sEaN nOrTh
  10. Laid as wreath, hasmukh amathalal

Poem of the Day

poet Sir Walter Scott

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach!
Gather, gather, gather Grigalach!

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]