I plop down onto my satin sequin sofa,
Next to my magazine and guitar.
Muhammad stands before me,
As I listen to his story from afar.
"I swear it's what Gabriel told me!"
Muhammad says with a garbled shout.
Startled, I spill my amber coffee
Down the front of my crimson blouse.
I know that coffee stains,
So I sigh for my cotton shirt
Which has been ruined
(Also by a smudge of dirt).
"Come with me to the kitchen for dinner, dear,
It's fish, saffron syrup and tartar sauce."
We walk into the kitchen,
Past the potted jasmine and moss.
We eat oranges and artichokes,
Alfalfa, ginger, sherbet, too,
As we talk things out together,
Planning what we need to do
This was for a history assignment, so it's a little different (we needed to include certain words), but I liked how it tuned out so I included it.
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My Poetry Dump
ПоэзияThese are basically just poems I've written. I'll continue to post my poems here, just because I'm kind of proud of them and I want them to be out there. Some of them aren't perfect, but oh well. So if you like poems, this is for you. Warning: It ge...
