Water

Water

Water comes,
Water goes.
Water doesn’t stand still,
It flows

It makes me happy,
It brings me joy.

I sit at the edge,
And write a song.
A song about love,
A song about you.

I scribble for hours,
Frustrated and angry,
Finally it’s finished,
Finally, I am happy,

I stand up
and pack my bags,
when all of a sudden
The paper slips out of my hand.

It lands on your surface,
That crystal clear surface,
I pick it up to my shock to see,
That all the letters have flee.

Damn…
Damn…
Damn…

I hate the water.

Strangely beautiful. Simple, yet packs a punch. Full of sharp imagery and emotion. I don't have any complaints about this poem. Keep up the good work!

cool. ironic and funny

keep up the good work!

vince

Fangala the Flying Feline wrote:Strangely beautiful. Simple, yet packs a punch. Full of sharp imagery and emotion. I don't have any complaints about this poem. Keep up the good work!

I agree. But I like this. It IS strangely beautiful.

Keep up the good work,

-- M.B.Author

My immediate though after this poem was; OH NO! QUICK GET THE PAPER! Hehe

I loved this, the imagery was really good and the flow was continuous, which made it a fabulous read. A good and funny twist towards the end.

That shared a lot of meaning behind it.

Very creative and I enjoyed reading it.
Keep up the great writing!

Lovely poem! I especially liked the first verse..and the clever little twist at the end.

Good job