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raja_psyche · Sep 13, 2006, 02:01 AM

this poem is one of the ones i posted in AO. this poem is made by me entirely. this poem is inspired from daddy long legs. hmmm... some of the lines do rhyme... but there are parts that don't rhyme also. this poem is long... wahehehe! ^^

Monsieur Smith

Looking outside my window pane,
My heart is filled with antagonizing pain
As I set my black eyes upon a family
Who are walking together cheerfully.

My head is being stabbed
With helplessness so sharp
That I will never find someone
Who’ll make the bleeding stop.

It’s been fourteen lonesome years,
That no caring father and mother,
That no loving brothers or sisters,
Are at hand to cuddle me in cold winter.

My mind is filled with endless longing,
My soul is in eternal wandering,
My heart is in infinite suffering,
That I will spend all my life in the orphanage.

The hurtful thoughts almost invades
My mind that nearly fades.
Then, I heard a knocking sound
That makes my heart pound.

Hearing a loud voice outside that door
Telling me go to the Office of Mrs. Lippett
My heart continues to ponder,
The reason I really don’t get.

I opened the wooden door,
Not knowing what is in store,
I see a fleeting impression of the man
The impression consisted entirely of tallness

He is waving his arm towards an automobile
That is waiting in the curved drive
As it sprang into motion and approached,
Head on for an instant.

The glaring headlights threw his shadow
Sharply against the wall inside
The shadow pictured grotesquely
Elongated legs and arms.

That run along the floor and
Up the wall of the corridor
It looked, for all the world, like a huge
Wavering daddy-long-legs.

That image takes my breath away,
Knowing how tall that man may be.
I walked hurriedly to Mrs. Lippett’s office
Before my excitement will cease.

Then the ever so cold Mrs. Lippett
Asked me if a saw a man
As I walked into her office.
I told her I only saw his elongated shadow

Then, ever so cold Mrs. Lippett
Begins to reveal the news
That a Monsieur loved my poem
And is now sending me to college.

Hearing the news made my heart
Feel that this is a brand new start.
It feels that my soul suddenly shed its skin
Into happiness from the loneliness it has been.

Mrs. Lippett now tells me directly
The Mr. John Smith is the kind monsieur
Who sends orphans into college
For the reason she also understand.

I run outside her office
Excitement whirls in to my mind
Hoping that I, myself will find
And thank the kind Monsieur.

Sep 13, 2006, 02:01 AM	#5 (permalink)
raja_psyche Diamond in the Rough Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: In the Pearl of the Orient Posts: 393 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts Credits: 1,497	Re: Workout.1 - Free Verse this poem is one of the ones i posted in AO. this poem is made by me entirely. this poem is inspired from daddy long legs. hmmm... some of the lines do rhyme... but there are parts that don't rhyme also. this poem is long... wahehehe! ^^ Monsieur Smith Looking outside my window pane, My heart is filled with antagonizing pain As I set my black eyes upon a family Who are walking together cheerfully. My head is being stabbed With helplessness so sharp That I will never find someone Who’ll make the bleeding stop. It’s been fourteen lonesome years, That no caring father and mother, That no loving brothers or sisters, Are at hand to cuddle me in cold winter. My mind is filled with endless longing, My soul is in eternal wandering, My heart is in infinite suffering, That I will spend all my life in the orphanage. The hurtful thoughts almost invades My mind that nearly fades. Then, I heard a knocking sound That makes my heart pound. Hearing a loud voice outside that door Telling me go to the Office of Mrs. Lippett My heart continues to ponder, The reason I really don’t get. I opened the wooden door, Not knowing what is in store, I see a fleeting impression of the man The impression consisted entirely of tallness He is waving his arm towards an automobile That is waiting in the curved drive As it sprang into motion and approached, Head on for an instant. The glaring headlights threw his shadow Sharply against the wall inside The shadow pictured grotesquely Elongated legs and arms. That run along the floor and Up the wall of the corridor It looked, for all the world, like a huge Wavering daddy-long-legs. That image takes my breath away, Knowing how tall that man may be. I walked hurriedly to Mrs. Lippett’s office Before my excitement will cease. Then the ever so cold Mrs. Lippett Asked me if a saw a man As I walked into her office. I told her I only saw his elongated shadow Then, ever so cold Mrs. Lippett Begins to reveal the news That a Monsieur loved my poem And is now sending me to college. Hearing the news made my heart Feel that this is a brand new start. It feels that my soul suddenly shed its skin Into happiness from the loneliness it has been. Mrs. Lippett now tells me directly The Mr. John Smith is the kind monsieur Who sends orphans into college For the reason she also understand. I run outside her office Excitement whirls in to my mind Hoping that I, myself will find And thank the kind Monsieur. __________________ Thank you very much,Reese for this wonderful signature ^_^
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