Hopes Poems
If the Shoe Fits
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Angelica was thirteen years old, and 8th grade graduation was nearing;
Like scarlet lilies and the song of blue jays, just ahead, in grassy clearing.
Her school would be having its celebration, in orange excitement days;
And her family would all be attending, everyone lost in happiness haze!
Angelica's school would also hold an assembly, with talk of high hopes;
And their principal and many others would speak, like acorns, to tall oaks!
Her friends found themselves elated, too, for they'd graduate, together;
......
Life has not yet abandoned you!
by A.K Jaisingh
There you stand !
All solus afar from the abode
Of jollity
Where no dazzle of Hopes
Surround the frivolous aimless psyche of the homo sapiens
And where no deiform orison
Works ,for it's a dwell of gloomy melancholia .
But what makes thou a desolate mortal
When sultry blood is still within
......
As life goes on.
by Keerthana Rao
As the days pass by
I realize how strong I can be,
How resilient I can be.
As the sun passes by
I realize the power in me,
The natural force of me.
As the moon swings by
I realize the melancholy around me ,
......
If the Shoe Fits
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Angelica was thirteen years old, and 8th grade graduation was nearing;
Like scarlet lilies and the song of blue jays, just ahead, in grassy clearing.
Her school would be having its celebration, in orange excitement days;
And her family would all be attending, everyone lost in happiness haze!
Angelica's school would also hold an assembly, with talk of high hopes;
And their principal and many others would speak, like acorns, to tall oaks!
Her friends found themselves elated, too, for they'd graduate, together;
......
As life goes on.
by Keerthana Rao
As the days pass by
I realize how strong I can be,
How resilient I can be.
As the sun passes by
I realize the power in me,
The natural force of me.
As the moon swings by
I realize the melancholy around me ,
......
Life has not yet abandoned you!
by A.K Jaisingh
There you stand !
All solus afar from the abode
Of jollity
Where no dazzle of Hopes
Surround the frivolous aimless psyche of the homo sapiens
And where no deiform orison
Works ,for it's a dwell of gloomy melancholia .
But what makes thou a desolate mortal
When sultry blood is still within
......
