Poem #1
I feel his presence,
And wonder why,
He seeks to plague me,
As I lie.
He comes to me,
So late in the eve.
For the life he draws from me,
I do grieve.
With each passing second,
I grow weaker and weaker.
My strength is ebbing,
While he grows no less meeker.
He just won’t let up,
No matter how hard I try,
To just get rid of this awful,
Pleasure-seeking guy.
Pulling the sheet over my head,
I toss and I turn.
Yet of my hatred of him,
He chooses not to learn.
“Get out of my life,
I’m so done!” I said.
And with one final clap,
That mosquito’s now quite dead.
And wonder why,
He seeks to plague me,
As I lie.
He comes to me,
So late in the eve.
For the life he draws from me,
I do grieve.
With each passing second,
I grow weaker and weaker.
My strength is ebbing,
While he grows no less meeker.
He just won’t let up,
No matter how hard I try,
To just get rid of this awful,
Pleasure-seeking guy.
Pulling the sheet over my head,
I toss and I turn.
Yet of my hatred of him,
He chooses not to learn.
“Get out of my life,
I’m so done!” I said.
And with one final clap,
That mosquito’s now quite dead.
posted by yoniQua at 8:46 AM
3 Comments:
Yonit--very cute! I didn't know it was a mosquito until the end. That's so cool that you're on Blogger.com writing poetry! I was the Teaching Assistant for a class at SCSU this year that did a lot of work on Blogger.com --it's a pretty cool site.
very cute, good for you.
Yes, a very good poem. The climax gives it it's full essence, the Agatha Christy's of the poems.
Well done!
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