Kids at play

[Samuel]

Kids at play

I look up, kids are playing in the nearby park.

I’m enjoying the presence of that little spark.


I can feel her in my dreams.

I touch her, she feels like cream.


I know these imaging’s are proper.

If they weren’t my heart would no longer prosper.



I see her every time I look out at the window.

I’ll know she’ll be there to help me lift my elbow.


She’ll be there when I turn old and grey.

She’s not an imagination.



I drift back from sleep.

The kids are gone, leaving me old and grey yet again…… without letting me sleep.

[ilovecoheed]

nice man, good choice wording, but im not really the best to C&C it but what the hell, nice work.

[Samuel]

Thanks man. Glad you toke the time to read it =D

[villian]

very good work, you should become a poet one day you seem to have that mind were you can come up with good poems, kick ass poem man i hope to see more

[Samuel]

Wozerz. Thanks for the complemient. Lol. Feels good :wink:

[ilovecoheed]

yeah hope to see more

[Samuel]

Ill work on it. I usually think of a situation then expand upon it.

[randyrandy]

Is the person that you feel in your dreams the spark ignited by the little children? Anyways nice poem, good theme, excellent choices of word

[Samuel]

Yes, the spark is the person i feel.I knew someone would figure that out

[BLiZZ]

wow thats awsome bfg.....great rymes...keep em comin :P