two true poems!!!!!

SLOW DANCE

This is a poem by a teenager with cancer.


Have you ever
watched
kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to
the
rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the
fading
night?

You better slow down.

Don't
dance so
fast.

Time is short.

The music
won't
last.

Do you run through each day

On
the
fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear
the
reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie
in your
bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through
your head?

You'd better
slow down

Don't dance so
fast.

Time is
short.

The music won't
last.

Ever told your
child,

We'll do it
tomorrow?

And in your
haste,

Not see
his sorrow?

Ever lost
touch,

Let a good
friendship die

Cause you
never ha d time

To call
and say,'Hi'

You'd
better slow down.

Don't dance
so fast.

Time
is short .

The music won't
last.

When you run
so fast to get somewhere

You
miss half the fun of getting
there.

When you worry and hurry
through your
day,

It is like an unopened
gift....

Thrown
away.

Life is not a
race.

Do take it
slower

Hear the
music

Before the song is
over.



DADDY IT HURTS



My name is Lilly


I am three,


My eyes are swollen


I cannot see,


I must be stupid


I must be bad,


What else could have made


My daddy so mad?


I wish I were better


I wish I weren't ugly,


Then maybe my mommy


Would still want to hug me.


I cant do a wrong


I cant speak at all


Or else I'm locked up


All day long.


When I'm awake I'm all alone


The house is dark


My folks aren't home


When my mommy does come home


I'll try and be nice,


So maybe ill just get


One whipping tonight.


I just heard a car


My daddy is back


From Charlies bar


I hear him curse


My name is called


I press myself


Against the wall


I try to hide


From his evil eyes


Im so afraid now


I'm starting to cry


He finds me weeping


Calls me ugly words,


He says its my fault


He suffers at work


He slaps and hits me


And yells at me more,


I finally get free


And run to the door


Hes already locked it


And I start to bawl,


He takes me and throws me


Against the hard wall


I fall to the floor


With my bones nearly broken,


And my daddy continues


With more bad words spoken,


'Im sorry!', I scream


But its now much to late


His face has been twisted


Into a unimaginable shape


The hurt and the pain


Again and again


O please God, have mercy!


O please let it end!


And he finally stops


And heads for the door


While I lay there motionless


Sprawled on the floor


My name is Lilly

I am three,


Tonight my daddy


Murdered me

Omygod how could he do SUch A thing

the last poem is sooooooo sad

this is so sad. my eyes are all watery.

quit it!!!!!who is postin all these sad poems

That is so sad Why would anyone do such a thing??????????????????????????????

that was so sad and what makes it even sadder is that it is true

OMG :/scroll:

so sad

I agree.