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Keyon's Poetry Page | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
These are some of the poems that I've written over the past few years. I hope you enjoy them. Feel free to email any comments or questions to me. Thanks. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Explanation In love with you so much was I. I thought I'd take to the sky and fly. I told you my feelings that once were true, but the fool that I am is all I showed you. I realized that my feelings were coming to an end, and all I wanted to be to you was a friend. I sent a letter as a last spark of fire. To see if I had a chance before my feelings would expire. Now, I'm sure that you hate me; the person I am. But I just want to know if your offer of friendship still stands? Keyon M. Smith 02/09/1995 |
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What Happens When a Person Dies? Do they go to Heaven or Hell? Does their spirit fly up and play harps all day and night? Like the normal stereotype. Or, does their spirit go to Hell for everlasting damnation with overwhelming fright? Do they enter the the body of a newborn baby? It’s truly unknown like the dinosaur extinction theory. Keyon M. Smith 05/26/1993 |
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Life: A Sestina Many questions are asked in life. Most of the answers just confuse. People develop friendships. Some fall head over heels in love, while others unwantingly face the corruptive forces of hate. The world is full of hate; This world of ours in which we live full of people with many faces and races. Maybe to confuse is the purpose. Those in love who once had a close friendship. The most important thing to people are friends, usually. They're important assets that people hate to lose. For them there is a type of love that people have. Friends whom they've known for life. Other friends appear to be confusing. They could deceive you and make you lose face. There are many disappointments that smack hard in the face. For example when a day comes when a friend dies. The reason why it's usually confusing; Youngsters who are religious develop hate for the thing of worship for taking the friend for life whom they've known forever and developed love. Others acquire a love for the mystical nature on the face of the earth; The home of life. Where many people exchange friendly smiles and others display hate found by people confusing. A lot of things in life are confusing. Many intense feelings such as love which is as equally intense as hate. Many physical things like a blow to the face or the self-security of friends. Those are many elements to the mysteries of life. Throughout one's life many things confuse; The thing of friendship for love. While others live to face the injustices of hate. Keyon M. Smith 02/19/1995 |
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Confusion Riding on the bus after making acquaintances. The way you looked at me with your beautiful brown eyes. Confusion. When you asked me to watch you run, I gladly accepted, and I watched with delight, yet there was still... Confusion. I was sure that I had feelings for you. Very Badly I wanted to ask you out, but how? Personally, through a friend, On the phone, or through a letter. Confusion. Now we don't even talk anymore. Why? I don't know. Maybe you're mad at me. Or maybe it's my shyness. Confusion. Still I want to ask you out. To have a few moments of your time would last me an eternity. For I must say that over the past few months I have found the only thing that doesn't confuse me. That is my love for you, but the fear of finding out that you won't return my love causes... Confusion. Keyon M. Smith 08/06/1994 |
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Letting You Know You call it infatuation. Love is what I call my situation. You tell me I don't love you. There's nobody who needs you like I do. You claim what I have for you is an obsession. Saying I love you is my only confession. I've realized that these feelings will never be gone. So I guess I'm bad, if loving you is wrong. You know I'll do anything for your love, but I know for you that's not enough. Straight from my heart comes the phrase "I love you". To have your love would be a dream come true. Keyon M. Smith 02/02/1995 |
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Rocky Road It's like a rocky road some people say. There is nothing that comes free; It can change in an instant from day to day. Life can be good at the beginning of the day; And could turn completely bad by quarter of three. It's like a rocky road some people say. Everyone who's close can go away; They go away to work or to a university. It can change in an instant form day to day. Towards certain people you feel a certain way. They lead you on and fill your heart with glee. It's like a rocky road some people say. Others just ruin your life in every way. With them you feel anger when in close proximity. It can change in an instant from day to day. Life is something strange in every way with nothing that truly comes free. It's like a rocky road some people say. It can change in an instant from day to day. Keyon M. Smith 02/21/1995 |
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