First Love

First Love

We will always remember our first love,
At the time they were the only thing we could think of,
On our mind from the morning until the night,
The thing you would turn to when nothing went right,
My first love was pickled onion crisps,
Which took all attention off the my mothers cooked chips,
It was heaven in my mouth from the beautiful flavour,
Every moment from every crisp I had to savour,
The crumbs off my fingers would get licked away,
And I slurped the empty packed without delay,
They had to come with me where ever I went,
Because I got motivation from their delightful scent,
They knew that I wanted them and they also wanted me,
My favourite snack I thought they will always be,
But my love for them did finally end,
They were no longer my lover but just a friend,
I found something that satisfied me even more,
So the pickled onion stayed in the kitchen drawer,
What stole my heart was a chocolate cake,
A high calorie feast that my mother would bake,
But my first love I know I will never forget,
And maybe choosing the cake one day I’ll regret,
To me they will always be a delicious potato snack,
And they will still be in the drawer if I ever wanted them back.

A Poem By Corey Booth -03/05/12 🙂

By the way everyone the title is a hint for this weeks “poetry challenge” which will be posted later today 😉  

One Life, One Chance,

One Life, One Chance !

You have one life, one chance,
To let dreams become reality,
It looks difficult at first glance,
So you need to change your mentality,

The journey is the reward,
Life is not over until its over,
Every idea needs to be explored,
You are your own four leaf clover,

Where there’s a will there’s a way,
Giving up is for the weak,
Seize the moment and capture the day,
And be your biggest critique,

Pain is just weakness leaving the body,
What don’t kill you just makes you stronger,
Head held high when things get rocky,
Plan and prepare for even longer,

You are built not to shrink down,
But to blossom into more,
Turn any negative around,
And come back more forceful than before,

An obstacle is often a stepping stone,
Which the toughest will get past,
Not scared to fight the unknown,
They fear coming last,

Always set the trail,
Never follow the path,
Your main goal is to never fail,
Let life feel your wrath,

It is never to late,
To become what you might have been,
Maybe its fate,
To start living what you dream,

The purpose of life is a life of purpose,
So don’t just waste it away,
Be the main attraction in this global circus,
Because life’s a game which you have to play,

Things don’t change, but you can,
The sky is the target and not the limit,
Don’t get carried away just stick to the plan,
Because you can reach the moon if you have the spirit.

A Poem by Corey Booth – 03/05/12 🙂