The green, dewy ocean
Spans out before me
As the deep dark blue above
Lightens with pink and yellow clouds.
That joyous yellow ball rises,
Warming the ground.
Birds begin their song,
Calling out to each other.
My porch creaks with shifted weight,
As my beloved joins me,
Idly sitting on the beach.
The smell of hazelnut coffee
Reaches my cold nose.
They give me the mug,
In hopes to keep me warm,
And snuggles in close.
The cozy morning inches along,
Into a warm afternoon,
Into a chilling evening,
Into a bitter night,
Where the morning resets
And comes again.
YOU ARE READING
The Emotional Collection Of A Small Town Nobody's Poetry
PoesíaNobody lived their life in a small town. They lived by scraping by, through undiagnosed depression and anxiety. Throughout middle and high school, they turned to poetry to vent. These are the poems they kept for themself. Some, no one else has read...
