Poems about People
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MY FRIEND AND I
She is tall. slim and elegant too
Quite reticent in her manner
To any goose she'd never say "boo"
No one could ever look neater.
Her clothes are smart, real "band box' look
And her hair is almost pure white
Added to this she's a superb cook
She's never caught looking a sight.
Now as for me, I'm shorter in height
Much rounder in shape alas!
Never the less I'm sure I look right
Although not quite in her class.
She's always there if I need a hand
She offers -
There's never a fuss -
She is willing, whatever the task.
She can be quiet when I need some peace
Yet knows when I need a good chat.
I'm very glad I can call her ""friend"
There's no nicer word than that.
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EYES
There are eyes as blue as the deep blue sea
And some that are emerald green,
While others that come in odd shades of grey
And some that are saucy and gleam.
With hazels, olives and ambers as well
Those deep pits hold so many signs
And some get shrouded in very dark 'shades'
Maybe to hide furrowed lines.
They show when we're happy and when we're gay
And glowering when we are mad,
But how they deaden and darken with pain
When our grieving makes us so sad.
At other times they can light up a room
And brighten each hour of the day
With laughter and happiness shining through,
Yet shadowed in mist when we pray.
Mystery objects they are to be sure
Those deeply mysterious eyes.
They can be so clever and honest and true
But sometimes can also tell lies