Wind

Wind

A Poem by Call Me Blu

The wind and I

We are much alike

Whenever we do something to please

No one bothers to thank us

Like a small breeze in summer

That you never think twice about

Like that small smile

That you never notice

Whenever we are noticed

No one appriciates it

Like the wind that knocks out your power

That wind you curse

Every second your light stays off

That time I only wanted to help

But you never answered me

Ended up getting mad

Saying I should stop asking

I wouldif you would answer me

I never curse at the wind

When it snatches my paper

Because we are much alike

 

© 2011 Call Me Blu


Author's Note

Call Me Blu
Hard tgo beleive something good could come out of shoveling, but here it is.

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Fourth to last line you put "wouldif" forgot a space. Other than that, loooved it. Comparing yourself to the wind is creative. Not many people would be able to realize the similarities in one's self and the wind so kudos to you for being able to!:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like it(: your such a talented writer, I love when you post new things

Posted 13 Years Ago


I could not agree more with QC.

That time I only wanted to help
But you never answered me
Ended up getting mad
Saying I should stop asking
I wouldif you would answer me

sooooo been there! Bravo! BRAVO!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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QC
this came from shoveling snow?? geeze. i'd like to see what you'd do with a serious topic! This was absolutely amazing! I definitely relate. Nobody appreciated anything i do. Fantastic write! can't wait to read your other poems!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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