Poem Day 10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

Indeed, I miss you.
My good times.
So I write to you, in this poem of rhymes.
For indeed I miss you, but now I am blue.

My happy feelings,
Come back to me!
Why did you leave?
I’m searching for meanings.

Dear happy days,
Yes, I confess, I do in fact miss you,
I’m searching for you in a million different ways.

Days of happiness, please do return.
Come back to me.
For you I yearn.

Poem Day 8 ( Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio)

I miss the taste of my old dreams.
They used to be different.
They used to be scary, with a hint of foreign, definitely magical.
I liked them.

I loved the ones that had a sweet after taste.
I wanted to keep dreaming those the most.
I didn’t like the ones that were bitter.
All I saw were ghosts.

How can I forget the salty ones?
I’d be swimming in the sea.
But I did forget most of the bland ones.
They weren’t good enough for me.

Poem Day 7 ( Neighborhood, Ballad)

                                                     The Ballad of The Worst Neighbour To Exist
His name was Jacob, Jake for short
I didn’t like him,
he was a punk of some sort.
One day on a whim,

The idiot decided to torment my cat.
My cat’s name was Billie.
He started chasing her around the neighbourhood with a baseball bat.
I didn’t believe this at first, I thought the idea of that happening was silly.

But of course it had to be real,
He forced my cat to climb up a tree.
By this time, I was so angry. I yelled “What’s your deal?”
When he saw my anger he wanted to flee.

Just when I was about to say more,
He backed up,
he said,”What you so angry for?”
he started to climb up the tree,”wish me luck!”

Something I’ll never do is to wish him luck,
though I wanted Billie to be OK.
He was the reason Billie was in a tree,stuck.
Thankfully he got Billie down, then I walked away.

I still dislike the guy.
What a punk!
On him I’m still keeping an eye.
I don’t trust that piece of junk.