Some stare through my window
Looking for a better view
Hanging by a thread
Or two simple arms
Others despise me
They look for an alternative
Masking their traits
With various colors
Proudly sitting on my pedestal
Or sluggishly drooping
I make anyone I meet
World's better
Looking for a better view
Hanging by a thread
Or two simple arms
Others despise me
They look for an alternative
Masking their traits
With various colors
Proudly sitting on my pedestal
Or sluggishly drooping
I make anyone I meet
World's better
If you try to find me
I'm always near by
I could be right under your nose
Or above it
What am I ?
Let me open up to you
So I can reveal my knowledge
I could be your bestfriend
Or your worst enemy
I vary in shapes
And sizes
I am also well-rounded
I could be a fan, or a head rest
I sleep in a case
With others of my kind
Although I prefer to be caressed
And admired
What am I ?
the second poem i think is talking about a book
ReplyDeleteis the second one a book
ReplyDeleteExcellent job I never would have guest the first one
ReplyDeleteithink the first on is your eyes..
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