Time
Tick-Tock. Goes the clock As I sleep in my bed. Ring-Ring! Goes my clock No more sleeping, Sleepy-head. As I dress, all I hear is tick-tock Tick-tock. I can’t stand all This ticking! I unplug the hot Cord of that annoying Clock. When I get to School, there is Again a tick-tock. But it is muffled just like boys are muffled by a jock. I get to class And space out. All I hear is Tick-tock. Class is so long, So boring. I start to admire my Neon Colored socks. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Hours pass in the day. I am starting to dislike school vehemently. All work, no play. But then I see you, And all that changes. My day turns around It magically rearranges! When you hold me In your arms, there is No more tick-tock. When you and I are Together, All times stops.
4 Comments
Reza
9/8/2010 02:32:16 am
I like how all your words in the poem smooth together
Brandon
9/10/2010 01:42:17 am
Story of my morning [life]. My alarm annoys me a lot, good job on the poem
Amanda
9/11/2010 08:57:03 am
This makes me think of how much I don't like the morning, but then of all the good that comes out of me waking up when I see I got a good grade, or got a message from someone. I love this poem. Way to go!!!! Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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