This poem is a crying baby
This poem is a crying baby
This poem is a toy truck
This poem is a bedside lamp
This poem is weak and tiny,
it cries for its mother’s company.
This poem likes to moan and groan,
this poem will accomplish great things.
This poem is a crying baby.
This poem is a lonely toy truck
from the toy box, lying far from it
away from all the other toys.
This poem is the toy truck
This poem is a burning lamp,
its rays filling the small room
keeping the room alight
this is like sunshine on a rainy day
very comforting and warm.
This poem is the bedside lamp
This poem is the crying baby to its mother
This poem is the toy truck to the toy box
This poem is the bedside lamp to the dark room
© Jenna Venter
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Love Me, Love Me Not?
I thought love was all too sweet
If only you could trust them not to cheat
I thought love was all too sweet
How could this come to be
If only you could trust them not to cheat
Love is a fantasy, no such thing
How could this come to be
I thought love was all too sweet
Love is a fantasy, no such thing
How could this come to be
If only you could trust them not to cheat
Love is a fantasy, no such thing
How could this come to be
I thought love was all too sweet
Love is a fantasy, no such thing
How could this come to be
I thought love was all too sweet
If only you could trust them not to cheat
© Jenna Venter
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GRADE 9
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