Same old;
Roses are red, violets are blue. This is so old let’s try something new.
Let’s not state the obvious. Let’s be more creative, descriptive, observant.
We must be more creative than roses are red. How about, “red was the rose of
my heart.” Or instead of violets are blue why not, “oh how blue are my violet
Flowering tears.”Why must a poem be happy, sad, or about love? Why not all?
No one is just happy all the time, nor are they sad . If they’re in love surely
there’ll be sad and happy moments. How blind are we to not notice the truth of
life. Can we no longer tell someone to stand up once they’ve fallen. No! We can’t because many of us don’t know what it’s like to fall down. People say you can never be high on life until you’ve been down so far you never would’ve thought you could get out
I know what it’s like to be in that hole. It’s dark, it’s lonely, full of hurt and anger.
Yes I am young but I have many troubles and struggles that I must face everyday. Maybe it’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. So hold on my friend.
Although we may not know each other perhaps we will one day. When that day
comes we will no longer be alone.