Like a river, the poems keep coming.  Today’s poems are From Taylor Santl and Christina Shepard

Green
By: Taylor Santl

 

When I think of the color green

I think of the calm and peaceful days

I have when I’m mowing grass

The smell of freshly cut grass

oh how good that sweet smell of grass is

 

It also makes me think of dirt

How sometimes you hit a dirt clump

The smell of fresh dug out of the ground

 

It makes me think of the long summer days

How hot those days can get

 

It reminds me of many campfires

we have during the summer months

 

That is what the color green is to me.

 

Sometimes
by Christina Shepard

Sometimes when I’m alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.

If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.

The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes…
I Cry
and no one cares about why.

 

 

Hero
by Christina Shepard

when your hero falls from grace
all fairy tales r uncovered
myths exposed and pain magnified
the greatest pain discovered
u taught me 2 be strong
but im confused 2 c u so weak
u said never 2 give up
and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat

when your hero falls so do the stars
and so does the perception of tomorrow
without my hero there is only
me alone 2 deal with my sorrow
your heart ceases 2 work
and your soul is not happy at all
what r u expected 2 do
when your only hero falls.