Poems from Keenenman
Poetry became away to express how I felt back in my high school days but since then it has become a passion of mine. I write them for others, etc. I hope to someday get my poems out for the world to see!
The noise is a sound, that goes around. The noise could save your life, as the energy moves. The noise can hurt your ears, which can break...
I weep for sadness or, madness. I weep because, I'm hurt, as I'm treated like dirt. Why do I weep? I weep for others that live above us...
Their is a voice my head, although it had read the message. Their is a voice, I keep hearing, as if it's talking to me. A voice is...
Great compliments come when you do right, through morning, and night. They also come if, you're perfect to a level, so we all can move up...
Volunteers are who help the ones in need, so get up, and do good indeed. They help those who can't help themselves, so they feel good like...