Sirens

a rhyming poem that I hate S

Sirens I can hear, they aren't far away. They get closer to you every day. Sirens I wish would just come then pass, knowing too well I keep them coming fast.

Knowing they'd like to be pet them on your lap.

The red orange and white of the sirens they scream, wanting just the most normal of dreams. Wanting you to quell my deceits, all while I pack my bags up to leave, get my bags and I'm free. 

Reviews

[JacqMarie]

hahaha, so funny u mentioned that. I hate that line. I forgot to take it out. thanks, I'll prolly keep it in the collection.. I guess, if I have to haha

[James William Dyer]

"Knowing they'd like to be pet them on your lap. " this line sounded a little awkward. I like this a lot, it maybe needs more imagery of those oncoming sirens. Rhyming is actually appropriate here, because just like the bubble on the top of an ambulance or cop car repetitively spins around and around with the same flashing lights, so can the wods be made to do the same, and with the correct rhythm, you could make the poem sound like a speeding ambulance headed your way. Could make the reader feel like they need to pull over to the side of the road, if you get my drift. Nice words, old friend of mine. Hope all's well.