This is a pantoum based on winter..
Traditional haiku..... #3 as @skye wanted : no rhyme....
Looking through the screen at the glamour of life from the 60s through to today.
Are you a morning person, or a night person? (And how likely do you think that would change? ;) )
I'm waiting.
Source: https://comingbacktomortality.wordpress.com/2020/09/02/colors-in-the-rain/
I look up to the evening sky to greet the millions of far away suns that brighten the night.
@rose_writes
Yesterday, I sat beside my friend Its waves were low, or so it seemed No one was there, except for the fishes and the trees I was lost in my thoughtsAnd worried about the stuff that went all dayAnd te...
It was a girl who lost the war. War against herself.
Inspired by the pictures of clouds that I took. (1st 3 frames of the poem). I wish I had taken pictures of the sunset that inspired the 2nd half of the poem.
Sometimes, I feel very lonely. Poetry has always been an easy way to vent for me. I hope you enjoy my poem.
For the record, I am okay. But talking about my emotions provides me with a sense of comfort...
The end of a stroll, at the end of the year. Couldn't resist this moment.
(Because every ending is some other beginning's end. Yeah.)
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence
Traditional haiku..... #3 as @skye wanted : no rhyme....
Looking through the screen at the glamour of life from the 60s through to today.
Are you a morning person, or a night person? (And how likely do you think that would change? ;) )
I'm waiting.
Source: https://comingbacktomortality.wordpress.com/2020/09/02/colors-in-the-rain/
I look up to the evening sky to greet the millions of far away suns that brighten the night.
@rose_writes
Yesterday, I sat beside my friend Its waves were low, or so it seemed No one was there, except for the fishes and the trees I was lost in my thoughtsAnd worried about the stuff that went all dayAnd te...
It was a girl who lost the war. War against herself.
Inspired by the pictures of clouds that I took. (1st 3 frames of the poem). I wish I had taken pictures of the sunset that inspired the 2nd half of the poem.
Sometimes, I feel very lonely. Poetry has always been an easy way to vent for me. I hope you enjoy my poem.
For the record, I am okay. But talking about my emotions provides me with a sense of comfort...
The end of a stroll, at the end of the year. Couldn't resist this moment.
(Because every ending is some other beginning's end. Yeah.)
from Senlin: A Biography It is moonlight. Alone in the silence