Some poetry i wrote. please be nice :)
Posted: Dec 21, 2008 1:09pm
Fall
The wind blows against the trees,
Tempting the leaves into a pleasant dance,
The air chilly, with the scent of spices,
Wafting from kitchen windows.
With every step, crackle goes another leaf,
Their array of colors brilliant,
Their swift movements graceful and entrancing.
Every sense clouding with autumn’s unyielding possession.
We savor this time,
Because o’ too soon,
Its transient favor will blow away,
Leaving the trees bare and the mood cold.
That Dark Night
The moon’s crescent is hung high,
On this night of darkness,
The wind sweeping through your conscious,
The whispering of the ghosts.
Shivers in the spines of many,
Walking along on the devil’s day,
Unaware of what is to come,
Of the terror that lies ahead.
Every step is quiet,
The loudest silence,
The only real sound is the slow breathing,
Coming up from your chest.
Every clock you look behind you,
Wary of your own presence,
The world so peacefully deceased,
Of all emotion, of all life.
This is the dark Night.
The wind blows against the trees,
Tempting the leaves into a pleasant dance,
The air chilly, with the scent of spices,
Wafting from kitchen windows.
With every step, crackle goes another leaf,
Their array of colors brilliant,
Their swift movements graceful and entrancing.
Every sense clouding with autumn’s unyielding possession.
We savor this time,
Because o’ too soon,
Its transient favor will blow away,
Leaving the trees bare and the mood cold.
That Dark Night
The moon’s crescent is hung high,
On this night of darkness,
The wind sweeping through your conscious,
The whispering of the ghosts.
Shivers in the spines of many,
Walking along on the devil’s day,
Unaware of what is to come,
Of the terror that lies ahead.
Every step is quiet,
The loudest silence,
The only real sound is the slow breathing,
Coming up from your chest.
Every clock you look behind you,
Wary of your own presence,
The world so peacefully deceased,
Of all emotion, of all life.
This is the dark Night.