My ancestors roaming from land to land, plain to plain
Now theres no real meaning to my family name
Your plants,your animals,your people,dazzling with beauty
But one thing i just cant bare,its terrible!The humidity
How I long to hold your small colored grains in my hands, you are now a national park,my seven colored earth
Ive only been able to see you once,I am envious of my parents,theyve been here ever since birth
I long to drown my feet in your clear blue waters
The air every second gets hotter and hotter
These tiny rocks as white as rice,can I hold it in my hands
Your pure tropical snow,the sand
Look at those rainbows of flowers
And the waves!They hit the jagged rocks with such power
Walking through miles of sugar cane fields
Strolling through the outdoor bazar,seeing delicious fruit,you just have to yield
When can I visit you again
When can I see my family whom live on this island
Can I see you soon
When the sun is down and out comes the moon
Soon...
My Paradise
Amazingly, This ones not emo...Hope you like the poem! It's called "Mauritius"?
I really liked your poem and thought you did a really nice job.I would love to see that place where your family is from ' as it sounds lush with flowers and fruits ' totally beautiful. I think this jerk above me knows nothing about poetry as if he did he would know that your a damn good poet and we all know it.... Cami.
Reply:no.
it isn't original.
same old same old.
write something original, happy and not creepy.
I read your poem and i feel dirty.
Reply:Beautifully beautiful!!
Awesomely awesome!!
Great job!! :D :D :D
very descriptive, i like it.
Reply:Very nice. The only thing I can say is it is a litttle wordy. A quick edit will take care of that and you'll have it all polished up. Good Job Grasshopper, Master is pleased. LOL
Ignore the haters. I don't see any of his poetry posted. It is easy to criticize, but difficult to expose one's self.
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