As lovely as the bright night the trees filled with glimmer as they tremble with tears dripping from their limbs.
Glaring in a distance at the pole wires busy with droplets trying to make their way to safety as if scared of the cries filling the gloomy skies.
Silent yet still noisy with cries that want to make them self known to whatever listening, cries filled with sorrow, the land rejoices as the cries gets louder filling their mouths and crops with each drop but little do they know that the cries are that of sorrow and not of joy.
I am 18 years of age I've always had a strong feeling when it comes to poetry i could understand poems that give strong imagery but I've never wrote a poem in my entire life until about 4 days ago called "Nights of cold Days" i was told it was good so i decided to publish it, I'll be trying my best to improve.
A dream what is that exactly, a reason to live, love, laugh, follow your heart. His heart, her heart, your heart, my heart, their hearts even our own hearts, from that first newborn smack on our baby bottoms, to wail
I am shivering, tossing and awake Each lonely night is like a thousand nights Is this punishment for not being with you? I cannot endure the hours Of being without my partner I dread the night, the whole night As
skeletal bones in the hidden residue to escape with its fashionable decorum hidden inside there is a map a scroll to tell us where is the buried treasure turn right on interpass twelve quick left passed the brook under an