Oh tree and your leaves
Now you stain my eye with your redish color
Only reminding me of a lover
On the fields, you are all dry
While the monsters all cripple and die
Oh bird your whistling is death incarnate
With wails so high it'll kill a whale
Your once lovely song that blessed my ear
Is now killing all my favourite deers
So please stop singing for me
For your song is death to me
Waves you are my memories
Perfect, splendid and beauty
Oh how you grace my mind
But waves when a storm brews and you rush at me
Crash with a loud boom
You are my memories
Depressing, blue and dark
Oh this is what you bring waves
The beauty of memory
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The Poetry Gripe
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
