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| Boredom Another one of my Poems |
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Boredom
Are we bored from lack of things to do?
Or too much time on our hands?
Or the lack of ambition that covers the land?
Procrastination might be the culprit
Or thinking some great opportunity
Will soon be at hand
We can't wait, if we wait
We might lose our chance
But don't act in haste
If we plow right in
It could be such a waste
I'm sitting here thinking
We better make a move
But doing the wrong thing
Could put me in a bad mood
By: Linda Johnson |
| Time Travel Poem |
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Please feel free to comment on my poetry that were published.
Time Travel
Just yesterday my son and daughters were playing in the snow.
But I saw today and they were grown,
Does that seem possible, well no.
It seems sometimes when we get older that we fast forward time.
But my grandchildren prove to me that it's all in my mind.
If the years go as fast with them as it did with mine,
I'll swear that time really does fly.
By Linda L. Johnson |
| Sharing my published poems. Hope you enjoy poetry! |
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Season To Season
The beautiful days of summer, wasn't it yesterday
The warm, sunny days, bright blue skies, clear blue water of the lake
No today was cool, could snow be on the ground soon
This autumn day, cool with turning leaves make me sad
The beautiful, vibrant growing season of summer, so alive, is dying
But it's a wonderful colorful death
Oranges, reds, yellows, browns all blending to make me feel
warm and cool at the same time.
Cooling more and more, every day until it fades into gray.
Gray skies, grass, and a gray feeling inside.
Feeling a live season dying.
Soon white covers gray, to make the season bearable
The live things from summer are either dead or resting
Things are coming alive again, green, green instead of gray
Oh, what a feeling, warming, warmer, warmer until flowers
sprout, trees leave out, and warm soft breezes
Life, life again
By Linda Johnson |
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