Poem with scattered ideas
Thought it was the best,
for a childlike brain to make;
but still a lot to work on.
"The description about the first poetry I wrote"
As I lay on my bed I look up.All I can see is a black sky.The stars are dead.The moon is round and clear,the only one that lights up the sky.The only reason why I can see in the dark,while I'm waiting for the sun to shine.
PoetryTrudging the paths of life with no direction, I walked as I anxiously thought. A lot of doors in front of me, none were opened. There’s a voice inside me. There were voices behind me. All of them told me which door to open. I neglected what’s inside my heart. I opened one and entered, but monsters inside. These creatures ate my flesh until few of me were left. I opened another one and entered, but I saw desert and death....
PoetryThe heat was almost unbearable, reaching thirty-five degrees. Thank goodness for air-conditioning!
MusingsI gaze into blue depths as your fingertips run lightly down my cheek. Gently, I grasp your wrist, turn your hand, and kiss the palm, still looking into your eyes. You sigh, eyelids descending. “Hmm,” you whisper, “I feel I’ve been waiting a lifetime for that.” “Me too,” I murmur and pause. Then: “Fact is, I seriously wondered whether it would ever be possible.” “You did?” you ask, eyes opening. “Didn’t you?” “Uh uh... I k...
Micro FictionA poem about my first time.
Poetry