 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 09-June 22:12:38 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 131832
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Sunshine Plays Guitar
[time] => 2007-02-17 03:08:17
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Sunshine listens all day to the people sayin Things won't always be this way Sometimes the world spins upside down And the moon doesn't want to shine They say that people speak the loudest words And now he knows thats true The loudest words are the ones they say When they don't feel that way about you Sunshine spent all of yesterday Imagining the world as grass Grassy fields for playin guitar and lounging around But Sunshine never got to play Because Sunshine didn't shine yesterday Sometimes he hears someone say it And then its never really true Who decides whats right and wrong Who decides about you Sunshine woke up this morning And his head weighed a ton Not too sure what he might have seen Definately not sure about what he'd done But it didn't matter to Sunshine Because Sunshine shone today Sunshine plays his guitar Plays a light and simple tune About this boy who wanted to live But never got out of the womb And he sang about all this boys friends Who he never got to meet And then he looked over his shoulder Saw the boy walkin down the street Sunshine said "Hey brother, Wanna sit with me for awhile?" The boy said "Sorry kid, Guitar is goin out of style" "Why do you have to say something like that" Sunshine replied with tears The boy shouted "Because if you never learn Whats right and wrong You can never give up your fears" Sunshine looked down at himself Playing guitar in the grass He didn't mind what the boy just said He only kept playin that tune But he couldn't help but wonder Was someone playing a game? Pulling strings and building walls To keep Sunshine from bein sane But sometimes he hears someone In the back of his mind Sunshine, get up this morning Who knows what you may find So Sunshine smiles and returns to his bed Knowing that he's better off instead Because one night your playin guitar in the grass And the next your playin in your head [comments] => 1 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 73 [informant] => Ari [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com