I learnt a couple of magic tricks
To impress my sweet heart
I performed them in front of her
But she didn’t find it very smart
Then I found another trick
Learnt to be a better me
Loved her with all of my heart
She fell in love with me
Month: November 2017
I’m Sitting Lonely At The Shore
I’m sitting lonely at the shore
Watching the waves crash
Some birds are singing melodies
Others make a dash
To the nearest ball of cloud
Stuffing up the sky
Fills my head with wonder
Spectacles my eyes
Though I have no one with me
I don’t feel alone
Nature is right next to me
And I feel at home
This Poem Wrote Itself
This poem wrote itself
I didn’t intend to
The fingers grabbed a quill
Dipped in ink of blue
The page was promptly filled
With thoughts in my head
The words they kept a-flowing
Though they were unsaid
Then the page was wrapped
Inside an envelope
And mailed it your address
With a lot of hope
I know this poem means nothing
But what am I to do?
It’s just a way of saying
I am thinking of you
Frank Solanki 