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Monthly Archives: September 2014

I have no idea yet given this poem a name. Do I? Don’t i? It’s the paradoxical question.

Poem Unnamed worked though… If you get it.

You’re my best friend
I wish I could use you always
But you are double edged
Yet we need each other

I wish I could use you always
You are my dearest friend
Yet we need each other
Shiny metal edges

You are my dearest friend
But you are double edged
Shines metal edges
You are my best friend

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Today at the Buddle writers we had to write something with these key things:

Dog walker
Angel
Feeling unwanted
Heavy rain
Garden centre
Hand made chocolates

This is the poem that I wrote:

Heavy rain, what a drain
Running for shelter, in a garden centre
A stone angel has closed her arms
The dog walker sighs, the dog walker cries

Running for shelter, in a garden centre
Forever a bore, soaked to the core
The dog walker sighs, the dog walker cries
Hand made chocolates, kept safe in pockets

Forever a bore, soaked to the core
A parted friend, will be seen again
Hand made chocolates, kept safe in pockets
Kept safe in store, forever more

A parted friend, will be seen again
Heavy rain, what a drain
Kept safe in store, forever more
A stone angel has closed her arms.

I decided to write a poem instead of prose because one of the members was complaining that we didn’t so enough poetry as a group.

My poem was well received ^_^