These are actually my sister Juliet's poems. They're sort-of accidents. She said them, and they just sounded like poems, so I wrote them down. The reason they're short is because she's only two (and eleven months), if you can believe it. She tells stories and makes up nonsense, but she actually sounds like a real poet to me with these...at least, when I took the best parts from her toddler rambles. Enjoy! :)
There were flowers here
And they grew and were so lovely
But the wind blowed them away
And they were gone and we didn't see the colors anymore
But they'll come back in the spring
Music is soft and loud
On the piano
But it's in you, too
And that makes it nice to hear
That's all for now! Love from Juliet the poet and her big sister, Beau_Ciel! Bye guys, have an awesome week and I'll be back soon with more poetry! Love you all ^-^
YOU ARE READING
These Insufficient Words
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...
