Poetry I Like

[Blaise Zabini]

History's a speeding car

You see that car in you wing mirror?
That’s History.
You are always driving away from it,
Fast as you can.
Don’t take your eyes off that car,
Not for one second.
If you do it will get closer to you,
Blink and it’ll pass.
Try and catch it before it gets away,
If you can.
You’ve let it get to far ahead,
Can’t catch it now.
Watch History repeat its self now.

Because you did nothing to stop it.



Anddddd

A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds,
And when the weeds begin to grow,
Its like a garden full of snow,
And when the snow begins to fall,
Its like a bird upon the wall,
And when the bird away does fly
It's like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky begins to roar
It's like a lion at the door
And when the door begins to crack
It's like a stick across your back
And when your back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in your heart
And when your heart begins to bleed
You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.


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