I wrote this batch of poems for a school project about 3 years ago. I tried posting them in the poems subforum but, alas, they were spamed and died very quickly. I guess I'll try this here now.
Flames
The Night?
Deep
Mysterious
Cold
Dark
The quite spell held the night in its grasp
A high pitched scream shattered the silence
Just a bird
The soft branches of trees swayed in the slight breeze
A flash of red and orange illuminated the night skyline
It was
Fire
The bright flames danced over the dried leaves strewn across the dirt landscape
It had started little and grew
Bigger
Stronger
As time went on it would
Die
Burnout
Its demise was guaranteed
And yet one would go threw the same cycle
And another, more, hundreds
An unlimited supply
They would live and die as their ancestors did
Blizzard
The wind whipped around the snowy cliff face
It made a whistling sound like a train whistle cutting through the sound of talking on the crowded platform
The cold froze the very night
The white bits of snow were tossed violently like cloths in the washer.
The black dots that littered the ground had once been massive boulders reduced to small lumps of solid ground on the vast plane of snow
The wind twisted and turned like a snake
It blew flakes around like a thousand needless
Ready to p***k the person foolish enough to intrude on it?s
Torrent
The animals hide in there small burrows waiting,
Watching, wanting the storm to pass
It would bring a new day
A clear day
A good day
The Man
A man walked down the lonely street, his coat was wrapped tightly around him like a mummy from Egypt
His stony features made him look like a gargoyle
No emotion played on his face, which furthered his appearance of a gargoyle
The streetlights glowed like the crimson eyes of an evil monster ready to strike at his pray
The chilled air it?s self griped the man like death griping it?s next victim
His stride was wide
His movements were fluid
The end of his trench coat trailed behind him, flapping like a bird
No one accompanied the man on the empty street
Nothing but the wind followed him down the dark street
His thoughts swam thru his head like a million fish trapped in a tank
But the man cared about one thing?himself
His ambitions and dreams crawled thru his conscious
These thoughts were a type of company for the lonely man walking down the street
Notes
The rhythmic notes float calmly through the air
They dance on the wind
They play with each other creating harmonic notes
The notes express sorrow and pain
But also joy and fun
The music hums through the speakers
Notes flow like a small brook
They curve and change shape
Morph and separate
Like mercury on a polished marble table
The notes swim beautifully through time
Unknowing
Uncaring
Just there
Like rain dripping down from the heavens
The notes spatter and disperse
Leaving only silence in there wake
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