I wrote this during my high school retreat; noncoincidentally, the title is "Retreat".
From mounted boxes, curled ivy
Dangles from the balcony
West wind whispers, oh, so light
Ruffling blooms of pink and white
Mountains rule in forest shrouds
While sun shines gold through silver clouds
Soft steps rustle meadow grass
Doe and fawn like shadows pass
The walkway twists without an end
A lake lies sparkling ‘round the bend
Skies of periwinkle blue
Slowly take a fuchsia hue
Then, ever softly, ever slight
Become the navy blue of night
One of my poems... comment, please!?
its pretty good. just i think its just kinda describing something for too long. but good ryhming
*snap snap snap!!
Reply:Wow! its realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllyy... good!
You should write poems more often!
Check out my question.http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;...
Reply:I like it! I write poetry too! It flows ever so gently...
Reply:wow! thats really good.
Reply:that's amazing...you've got talent (Y)
Reply:do you write from the heart
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