Poetry by anonymous


Class Ring

Close by the door he passed to stand
as he took the class ring off her hand
all who were watching didn't dare speak
as a silent tear ran down his cheek
all through his mind, memories ran
of the times they laughed and walked hand in hand
but now her eyes looked very cold
he'd never have her again, never to hold
all were silent as he bent down near
to whisper " I love you" in her ear
in touching her face, he started to cry
he put on his " class ring" and wanted to die
and just as the wind began to blow,
they lowered her casket into the snow

A Friend
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine
if, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow I say "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!- yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir"
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Him...

His eyes, are like crystal blue streams,
His hair, is a golden color, only seen in my dreams,
His skin, is as soft and smooth as silk,
and looks as creamy as fresh, cold milk.
When I look at him,
and hear his voice,
my heart beats faster,
it has no choice.
My stomach flutters endlessly,
I only wish,
that he could see,
how much his love,
means to me.

STARLIT NIGHT

THE NIGHT IS BRIGHT,
WITH A STARLIT SKY,
I SIT AND THINK,
AS TIME PASSES BY,
OH STARRY NIGHT,
WITH A MOONLIT SKY,
TAKE ME AWAY,
AND TELL ME WHY,
GIVE ME A REASON,
FOR LOVE'S END,
GIVE ME A REASON,
FOR WHY I LOST A FRIEND,
I SIT AND THINK,
ALL NIGHT LONG,
ABOUT THE THINGS,
THAT ALL WENT WRONG,
STARLIT SKY,
GIVE ME A REASON WHY.

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