|Teen Poetry #2|
|Untitled (my brain isn't working enough for a title today)|
since 2000-02-02Posts 2797
A little girl sat,
In a park alone.
She had no family or even friends,
To call her very own.
Darkness was the friend,
And Light was the enemy.
Too much could people do,
Too much could they look and see.
They saw the scars upon her face,
Then quickly turned away,
Too embarrassed to even look,
And not a word to say.
Each day rolled by,
No quicker than the last.
These days were filled with nothing,
But horrors of the past.
Her life on the streets wasn't easy,
In fact it was quite sad.
To see someone as young as her,
Without a mum or dad.
She wanted more than anything,
But to be like everyone else.
To sleep in a warm bed,
Inside a cosy house.
So if you see this girl,
Out in the street, don't moan.
Lend her a helping hand,
And don't let her be alone.
[This message has been edited by anonymousfemale (edited 02-08-2000).]
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since 1999-09-18Posts 371
Somewhere in the vast wasteland
Hold on a sec. Need to dry my eyes. I love the poem. I think it is very well written. As for the title well I am alittle stumped. I had the thought of maybe "That Little Girl". But I don't know. All I know is that I got lost in the emotion. Again I loved it.
PS Just thought I would take a suggestion and visit here for a while. I am alittle too old to post in here but I can still read and respond.
Poet: An individual that can transfer what is in the heart onto paper.
since 1999-12-04Posts 549
anonymous: this is a very touching poem... i'd really like to see a companion poem (a sequel, so to speak) about the value of human compassion and how it might effect this poor girl... i can't help but wonder, is this written from experiences? or is it a fictional person in a very real situation?...
about the poem itself... i found the phrase "Too much could" in lines 7 & 8 distracting... they didnt seem to flow well... i think it could work with just changing the second one to something else, but *heh*.. i dunno.. just a personal thought...
very good work
jerome the mysterious priest
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
since 2000-01-15Posts 2034
This is a well written poem. There are so many young people homeless and victumized,
but few seem to care.
Your poem should be published on the front page of every newspaper.
since 2000-01-11Posts 264
what a wonderful message you 've written...excellent...
Now that that's out of the way....dang, that was sad...(hard to swallow past the lump in my throat)...
"To live is to love; To truly LOVE is to live!" ~kg~
since 2000-01-10Posts 682
San Jose, CA, USA
Very touching poem, anon. It makes my heart ache for the little girl. Well done!
I am not a poet, I am merely one who speaks in emotion
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