Book of Poems

These are just a bunch of poems I've written.


4. The Black Hat

It sat upon brown
Never slipping
Perfectly perched
Sleek like a panther
Round, but cylinder like
Yet it was so appealing
It was tall and interesting
I wanted it
I grab for it, wanting to touch
I get swatted away like some bothering fly
Yet, all I wanted was to touch the black hat which lay upon the tall man’s brown matted hair.

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