Yo, guys, I wrote some poems for the first time in forever!
Thoughts?
Thoughts?
[some kind of title]
xxxxxxTHE
Wind, it crashes like an ocean wave
xxxTaunting those both bold and brave
xxxxxxSOON
Rain will follow all in good stead
xxxBeating on land both alive and dead
xxxxxxTO
The east the sun peeks across
xxxLighting the way for travellers lost
xxxxxxBE
Hopeful, and of good cheer
xxxFor these things come from year to year
xxxxxxWILL
You stay a while and see
xxxAll the things that are to be?
xxxxxxCOME
Dear child, I'll let you know
xxxI hold Time, if you'll let me show?
xxxxxxTHE
Wind, it crashes like an ocean wave
xxxTaunting those both bold and brave
xxxxxxSOON
Rain will follow all in good stead
xxxBeating on land both alive and dead
xxxxxxTO
The east the sun peeks across
xxxLighting the way for travellers lost
xxxxxxBE
Hopeful, and of good cheer
xxxFor these things come from year to year
xxxxxxWILL
You stay a while and see
xxxAll the things that are to be?
xxxxxxCOME
Dear child, I'll let you know
xxxI hold Time, if you'll let me show?
Floodwaters
Water, swirling water—rising steadily higher.
Water, swirling water. Drowning after fire.
Rain pattering down in endless little drops—
To join the water, swirling water. It never seems to stop.
A country under siege. Two islands about to drown.
Swirling water rising up, heavy raindrops splashing down.
Rivers burst their banks; puddles surround the houses
As the water—swirling water—rises up and pounces.
When will it end? A nation crying out for help.
As water—swirling water—harshly rises as it pelts.
Water, swirling water—rising steadily higher.
Water, swirling water. Drowning after fire.
Rain pattering down in endless little drops—
To join the water, swirling water. It never seems to stop.
A country under siege. Two islands about to drown.
Swirling water rising up, heavy raindrops splashing down.
Rivers burst their banks; puddles surround the houses
As the water—swirling water—rises up and pounces.
When will it end? A nation crying out for help.
As water—swirling water—harshly rises as it pelts.
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[b]What do you enjoy more: writing stories or poems? What about in terms of reading?[/b]