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The tree is bare, cold and lonely, Shivering, waiting for something. The one dark spot on all the lawn Is this tree, soon to be gone.
Sidewalks talk to me, They ask why they're littered (they're stressed). "Why do people throw trash on me?" I reply that it's the squirrel's mess. Squirrels chat with me, They ask why we cut down...
(Old Man Walking Long Part 3) You know my name, I am Crow, throughout your history, You will have noticed me.
#beginningline As the snow melted, I wept in awe, A horrible murder, I had just saw. The birds took a jab, He no longer looked new, My sister took his clothing, And his arms were ripped off too.
The night ran. For day was coming. Its bright lights burned. And the tables were turning. It gathered its stars and fled to the shadows. For daylight couldn't reach out all of its arrows.
I met a snowman on my way, Just the other day, I said hello and how are you, But he hadn't much to say.
Mr Snow, the snowman One eye closed, the other winking Made of coal, with a carrot for a nose Around his neck, a scarf wound tight Woolly hat complete his clothes What does he think as he stands...
#colourchallenge #inmemoryof Multicolored Opuss, Is slowly fading away, Orange changes to black, We're entering another day. RED was the first, color to leave.
Death comes for one, She comes for all, A hand outstretched, Answering the souls call. Though Death too, Is one who knows, Taking each on a journey, To the river of souls.
I lie naked next to Time, His fingers gently entwined with mine, I kiss his chest softly, "You must want me awfully," He chuckles, as I mumble sweetly, Of how I love him so completely, I treasure...
The tiny tin soldier, With the crystal glass heart, Made from rust and ancient cogs, He would not wear apart.
#OutOfTheBlue Unlimited power, To turn up the volume, Change the channel, Or alter the zoom. Smothered in buttons, Red, green and blue, Sliding switches, Ready to be used.
I wrote this poem in seventh grade: From many years of being shut, this window is scared to open. It doesn't trust the outside, it's scared of what might happen. So it just sat. And watched.
#adventchallenge Jack Frost waves his hand Spreading cold across the land Sets a scene of beauty white We gaze upon with delight The ground freezes from his gaze He can't change the way he plays We...
The grim reaper finds his victim, There will be no time for fixing. After death, after life, Mr grim needs no knife. His boney finger, Is what makes him the reaper.
She's waiting for December, She knows that that's her time, When every other's freezing, She's out in the sublime.
#adventchallenge Can you feel him. Nibbling at your toes, Ready to freeze your soul, Casting red upon your nose.
I spend my days Laying down, Watching clouds go by. Sometimes I sleep, And sometimes I don't, But mostly I write letters to the sky.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all.
The reaper grim,. Has come herein,. To take your soul,. With his scythe,. You will writhe,. Until you're no longer whole,. With his hooded cloak,. Your life broke,. Your meeting will never end well,.
So i wake up in mid december and Rain is lashing it down, i hate rain, she is so annoying!!. So i go and find Frost and she says she will freeze all the Rain's water so i can settle down.
#adventchallenge Icy and solemn. With a hard, cold stare. A dome of ice encasing him, No warm penetrates the air. Guarding the gates of Winter. Nothing in, nothing out.
She forebode a storm. Stronger than most. Bringer of snow. For it to be our host. Then there'd be rain. Falling down at such speed. Don't forget your umbrellas. Or stay inside, if you need.
Sunrise man Hey, sunrise man Your time will come To catch the stars Upon a new, bright light. Sunrise man Oh, sunrise man I know of your longing To see her again And you will, in the deep dark dark.