Somewhere an old man dies And a child is born Mellifluous is the sound of his cries To the ears of his mother It's the start of a new life An year later the child exclaims Ah look! it's a butterfly The wind blowing carries the butterfly to the sea Down it looks to the blue and takes a dive A head pops up from the surface The butterfly shrieks and away it shies The shark scowls and starts to swim On its way it finds an alewife "Oh my Lord! What beast is this?" Before it loses its prey, the shark takes a bite The other fish ever so lone swims to shore There it finds a man with a butcher's knife It watches with awe as the old man exclaims "We shall meet in the afterlife." It's all a part of the journey ever so mellifluous to the ear And we call it life Cover by @ABrunetteGirl

lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡

Poems that are all original, The Chair is published on the Write4Fun website. Hopefully you enjoy. 🙂

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short poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34

A book of poems, about me, my mind and my struggles. I am reflecting back on who I am... and who I want to be. Will I find myself? Most Impressive Ranking #3 in poem out of 127k on 2/5/20 #3 in poems out of 77.8k on 2/5/20 #1 in reflection out of 4k on 4/10/20

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.