To My Alarm Clock
By Anonymous
Every morning I lie there innocently sleeping
When the peace is ruptured by
a horrible beeping.
My serenity ripped asunder,
sudden and drastic
By this evil, demonic, red-eyed
piece of plastic.
I roll over in pain and pound
on the snooze,
Groaning, moaning, thinking
'What's there to lose?'
'Don't make me get up, j
ust nine minutes more
The same thing I've said
every morning before.
It's not that I hate mornings
or dread the new day.
It's just that I loathe
waking up in this way.
I'd much rather simply rise
up with the light,
Glowing in the window,
chasing away the night.
But the sudden screaming,
the incessant fuss,
Makes me want to yell and cry
and simply to cuss.
Especially the knowledge
that all of my sorrow
Will be repeated the same time,
same way, tomorrow.
By Anonymous
Smiling is infectious you can catch it like the flu
when someone smiled at me I started smiling too
when I passed the corner someone saw my grin
when he smiled I realized I passed it onto him
I thought about that smile and realized its worth
a single smile just like mine could travel round the earth
so if you feel a smile begin don't leave it undetected
lets start an epidemic quick and get the world infected
I think To My Alarm Clock and Smiling are very entertaining
and enjoyable. I think these two poems appeal to me in a way.The
poem To My Alarm Clock reminds me of the times when I would
have to wake up in the morning and get ready for school, and no matter
how loud my alarm clock is i would try to ignore it. I would always say
" Five minutes more". And it is not that I hate mornings is just
that hate waking up in this way, tired and sleepy. The poem Smiling reminds
me that even though I maybe tired in the mornings, I still put a smile on my
face and it makes me happy that I can spread a smile around.
