The flowers were white.
The blood of a thousand warriors turned them red.
The trees were green.
God's wrath stripped them clean.
The rivers ran fast.
The water carried poison to kill the children.
The houses were lived-in.
But the Giants stomped, making a din.
The sky was blue.
It met the cliffs at the world's edge.
So the people trekked.
Climbing, starving, slaughtering.
Watching as their world was torn up.
Only one girl made it.
She looked down at her ravaged world.
Jumped.
A dull thud as her body hit the sea.
So was The End.
Hello! So, I don't normally do social media, but one of my friends, @Magic_of_Juniper, suggested I write down my poems and some of my books. I know this was sort of dark for the beginning. And it was awful. Hopefully, the poems get better!
–Grey_Orchids
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoetryThese are poems that will be happy, sad, odd, and many other things. They might be long or they might be short. And most likely they will be free verse. Also, most of them are about feelings, thoughts, things I'm going through, etc. (Some mature...
