Unravelled

So one day I decided
That I'd pluck you out of thin air
Here's the thing they'll envy, I declare
I'll deck you in finery

You shall come to me bedecked
Simpering, ready to parade
Twirl on my arm and promenade
Drink, my pretty, of glory.

Momentary, it shall be
See it if you please, and you'll know
You, my trusting fool, take the blow
After basking in moonshine.

No, it won't be long before
You learn your lesson the hard way
Weep for that sordid, lonely day
When I stripped and lay you bare

Cavorting to my music
Dancing in the rain, for them to
Feast their many lustful eyes on you
Till it grew too hard to bear.

You'll accuse me of misleading
A heart that has known not sorrow,
Fear, pain, a bleak tomorrow-
Don't- for I am not to blame.

You chose to be tempted away
To trust me, whom you hardly knew
Into my deception you flew
For lack of better judgement.

Now, rest the lament and rise
And though things can fall back in place
Do remember my cunning ways
For I am whom you call Life.

A Conversation With The Stars

Why is the moon so lonesome tonight
Where have the stars gone and hidden?
The moon is a grumpy grouch tonight
We stars don't arrive unbidden.

Why do we go to bed at night
And frolic by light of day?
Because the night is dark and dull
But sunshine's for fun and play.

The night is dark and I'm afraid
Why does it scare me so?
Feel our light, make friends with the night,
Just watch your fears go.

Enough said, now go to bed
In deep slumber may you lie
As dreams stream into your head,
And winds outside sough and sigh.

The clouds come sailing through the sky
Hark! How softly the rain falls.
Let it lull you, may you sleep till
The first of the morning birds calls.


Rhythm, rhyme, metre, cadence- I don't know much about these words. I don't know how they are used. This is my first ever attempt at poetry as an adult. I should have written all this in an introduction before assaulting your senses with this pretence at poetry, but I was afraid it would make you overly critical of or generous to this very schoolgirlish attempt. I can never understand complex emotions in poetry, so my poem naturally has to be plain and unembellished. If you're a casual reader, this piece might have amused you; if you're a purist, you might use this to tell people how not to write poetry. At all events, I am convinced of its usefulness.

PS: This piece draws no inspiration from 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star'. My stars here can actually talk.