Homeless
Mommy, where are we going?
We wanna go home, home to play.
Not today, was all I could sadly say.
Hiding my tears while in fear,
In fear that my seeds might hear.
Hear me cry, then ask me...why?
Why can't we go home?
I looked into their innocent eyes,
while wondering which lie will I imply?
Oh God! What do I do? Where do I go?
I can't go home, because home is no 'mo!
Mommy, where are we going?
We wanna go home, home to play.
Me too baby! But just not today.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Homeless | 0 | 09/05/2009 |
| My Sister My Sister by Winter Giovanni | 1 | 02/15/2009 |
| What's A Good Man? by Winter Giovanni | 1 | 02/15/2009 |
| Finally! By Winter Giovanni | 1 | 02/15/2009 |
| HURT NO MORE by Winter Giovanni | 2 | 02/15/2009 |
| No More Hits 4 Me by Winter Giovanni | 0 | 02/15/2009 |
| Why Me? A Winter Giovanni poem | 0 | 02/15/2009 |
| I am me! A Winter Giovanni poem | 0 | 02/15/2009 |
| No 'Mo Games! by Winter Giovanni | 0 | 02/15/2009 |
| A Daughter's Story by Winter Giovanni | 0 | 02/15/2009 |
| A Love Letter by Winter Giovanni | 0 | 02/15/2009 |
| A Child's Love by Winter Giovanni | 1 | 02/15/2009 |
| Feel Me, Rub Me, Touch Me, Love Me | 0 | 02/15/2009 |
| A Friend To The End by Winter Giovanni | 0 | 02/15/2009 |
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