So this poem was made to describe a photo of a forest (that I can't find) but that's probably good so you can VISUALIZE! MUHAHAHAHAHA!
Enjoy :3
Dark as night
Black yet white
Broken twigs on the ground
The silhouette of a light in the trees
But there's no one here to see
The eerie silence
A whistle in the wind
Here and there, a snap
Branches rustling in the breeze like a book being flipped through
But there's no one here to listen
Damp air, a sense of death
Scratches on the tree trunks
Footprints on the ground
The rough sandpaper of fallen trees
But there's no one here to feel
Poison berries
Acorns fallen
Rotten leaves with holes like bullets
Dying but still strong herbs
But there's no one here to taste
Humid, wet
Rotten, moldy bark
Musty like a book opened after centuries
There is a sense of blood, in a hidden shell
But there's no one here to smell
There is a small hamlet, on the edge
Hidden with planted hedge
Villagers say to ones younger,
"Listen and hear a song the birds are singing"
"Sit down a while and watch the flowers blooming"
They shall not let the children know the truth
But is the truth truly the truth?
The forest
No one to see
No one to hear, smell, taste, touch
No one to see the sights, hear the sounds, smell the scents, taste the edibles, touch anything
Nobody
Or is there?
YOU ARE READING
An Array
PoetrySo, I like poetry. I've written several poems in my short, unnecessary existence, so how's about I share it with the world? !WARNING! A lot of these poems are pretty old and pretty bad, so try not to be mean. I will accept constructive criticism, ju...
