| Yamon's Poems |
| Um...l can't believe l am doing this anyways this um.... is a um... page where you can read my poems .But l do have rules before you um.... read my poetry. AND NO SKIPPING THIS STUFF CAUSE IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT !!!!(pleeaaase!) 1.No under any reson are you to tell any one my stuff (please) 2.You may not , l repeat not laugh at my poetry because you will make me cry. 3.Even though this is open to the public l um.... don't..... want you AT ALL copying these poems and l will know!!!! 4. um.... um... um.... there is no number four because l can't think of any more rules , but l may come up with some so um... if you come back (which you may ) check to see if there are any more rules um... that's all. Yamon's poetry : Her Lonesomeness When little Elizabeth whispers Her moring-love to me, Each word of the little lisper's, As she clambers on my knee- Hugs me and whispers , " Mommy, Oh , l'm so glad it's day How it does thrill and awe me,- "The night's all gone away!" "Sometimes l wake , all listenin," She sighs, "and all's so still!- Over the window-sill;- As l look where the gas's pale light Is all turned down in the hall- And you ain't here at all !- Andoh, how l wish it was daylight! -And you ain't here at all! "And oh , " she goes eerily whining And laughing , too, as she speaks , "If only the sun kept shining For weeks and weeks !- For the world 's so dark , without you, And the moon's turned down so low - And l get so lonesome about you!- 'Way in the night , you know!" Lullbaby The maple strews the embers of it's leaves O'er the laggard swallows nestled ' neath the eaves And the moody cricket falters in his cry- Baby-bye!- And the lid of the night is falling o'er the sky- Baby-bye!- The lid of the night is falling o'er the sky - The rose is lying pallid,and the cup Of the frosted calla-lily folded up; And the breezes through the garden sob and sigh- Baby-bye!- O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie- Baby-bye!- O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie- Yet, Baby-O my Baby, for your sake This heart of mine is ever wide awake, And my love may never droop a drowsy eye- Baby-bye!- Till your own are wet above me when l die- Baby-bye!- Till your own are wet above me when l die. |
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