The Right Appeal To What Is Real

This is a poem I wrote using eight syllables per line.

t's quite ideal for what I need,
the right appeal to what is real.
If you give me some peace of mind,
'll give you something for your time.

I can laugh when I'm on the run.
Sebastian is the one for me.
He gives me time to have some fun,
And when I'm through, I know I'm done.

Thinking that I have done alright,
My mistakes, I have reallymade.
I mind my manners when I'm good:
My boyfriend tells me that I should.

Can someone tell me what to do?
I get in trouble, I confess.
I try every chance I get.
I meant no harm to anyone.

I make some jokes, this is no lie;
It never fails; it's taken wrong.
When I goof up, it's not alright;
I try to nip it in the bud.

Sometimes I'm slow to catch a joke;
Don't take it the wrong way; it's not
My fault. I don't catch on; I don't
know why. When I do, it's a hit.

But I will tell you, it's not true.
If you agree, that would be great.
I know that I am pretty nice.

I'm a woman with eyes of blue,
I'm a natural, gorgeous, blond.
I love you still; I always will.
Get a grip, you're mine forever.

Now's the right time to make it clear,
Please call me dear, and I'll be yours.
Angelina Megan Rose is
My name, and I'm glad it is mine.


Written By Anna Marie Carlson
Preferred Author
Monday, March 16, 2020
Modified February 19, 2026