WHEN YOU KILLED ME

keithgarrettpoetry

What were your thoughts, was this your plan,

Did you not like me, what a horrible deed you did.

I did not know you so why this evil in your head,

I guess it did not matter because now I am dead.

When you killed me you made it final, took away my life,

Will they ever find me, you made them cry in the night.

More than selfish or mean, a monster that only some see,

It is already to late when they come to see your face,

When you killed me you became less a part of the human race.

Keith Garrett

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“MAGIC”

Wizards with wands or magical dust, Four leaf clovers and a seven showing always on two dice. Witches and warlocks, wishes or rainbows, Do dreams come true, there are stars and moons.? Do unicorns …

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COLORS

C O L O R S

There are many things through our eyes we see,

Images of life born to we.

Each day we awake pictures are framed,

In our minds colors are named.

Blue is one like an ocean or sky,

Green is another such as grass or a dye.

Red is hot, dangerous, and bright,

Like lava or fire when close to your sight.

Yellow is soft and warm a lot like the sun,

Purple is sweet like grapes eaten for fun.

Orange is a fruit or a petal of a rose,

Maybe some candy or colors of your clothes.

Black is a storm or the dark of night,

Sight taken from you or things not so right.

White is milk or a polar bear,

A pair of dice or skin that is fair.

There are many colors made to be,

A favorite for all and one for you and me.

Keith Garrett

NOT A MEMORY HAS THE SEA

NOT A MEMORY HAS THE SEA

Covers the Earth, crashes against the land with force,

Since the beginning of its creation has not sat still,

Touches life as it moves, like the ticking of time,

Never stops, never remembering where it’s been.

It does not think, there is no thought out plan,

Although each day and every moment a routine just as man.

It can be touched, felt, you can never take hold,

Power and energy as it never grows old.

Not a memory has the sea, friendly or mean,

It’s magic and mystery free to be.

Keith Garrett

COLORS OF A NEW DAY

COLORS OF A NEW DAY

The sun peeks its face, takes a look at this new day,

Appears over the ocean, across the sky, bright, so bright.

Yellow and orange way up high, colors in the sky,

Warmth shines from it down, down below.

A shade of blue high above, white clouds are a mix,

Colors of a new day, colors of beauty in every way.

Keith Garrett

CLOUDS OF DARKNESS

CLOUDS OF DARKNESS

From where I stand, I look out at the wide open sky,

There in the distance, a wall of darkness slowly approaching my way.

The wind is blowing, carrying clouds through the air,

Feeling trapped where I am, no place to run.

Gaining on me with a powerful force, these clouds up so high,

Staring up at them in the dark, dark, sky.

Clouds of darkness are everywhere, following over me,

What can happen?, they can’t fall on me.

These clouds of darkness have everyplace to roam,

Up in the air is where they make their home.

Keith Garrett

CHAPTERS OF LIFE

CHAPTERS OF LIFE

We’ve all had our beginning, that place we call our hometown,

We’ll each of us have an ending, where and when we do not know.

Everyone starts out small and grows with time,

We age moment by moment in our given lifetime.

There’s a book that we all own, we make the cover,

The words are created from our everyday adventure.

Our chapters of life grow and are counted,

With every sunrise until the last sunset.

It’s an open book of endless pages until we stop writing,

A novel to be remembered by others.

Whom will judge the value or worth from our chapters of life,

Many will try, there will be those who did like it,

Perhaps some who won’t.

In the end it will be from the spirit in the sky.

Keith Garrett