I See That Long Face Of Yours
I see that long face of yours
And I start to think about how you've changed my life twice before
But now it's my turn to play savior
Don't want to cause major uproar
Some people think I'm an eyesore
Others believe I'm folklore
More know I'm neither an eyesore nor folklore
They know I'm a savior out to settle a score
That was done long before
All ignore the horrible downpour
While I fight off a terrible boar
Then everyone hears the resounding noise of hooves
I look to see centaurs galloping forward
Centaurs, centaurs, centaurs galore!
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
EAT SLEEP AND BREATHE POETRY
I am a teenage girl who has been writing poetry for a good three or four years. I have always been into the great Emily Dickinson, but my belief is that I was NOT the one who made the decision to start writing poetry, that it was actually God who made that choice. From the very first poem I wrote on, my love of all that is poetry has increased greatly as has my love for God.
View all poems →Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.