I jump and hop,
On the cobbled,
Flower stones.
Giggling like,
The blue birds do.
Kicking,
The moist brittle dead grass,
In the air,
Like confetti,
On the fourth of July.
The branches of fruit trees,
Moand in the breeze.
Doodled looking scarecrows,
Stood still,
As I zoomed by.
Closing my eyes,
I spin,
Letting the droplets,
Of a cloud’s cry,
Kiss my face.
Swaying to the hum,
Of a helicopter,
Buzzing away.
Once again,
I open my eyes,
To see the darkness
Of the sky.
Splattered with grays,
Calm yet deadly.
Spotted with blues,
Comforting and bright with life.
A hint of gold,
Sweet but testing.
Yet here I am,
The calm before the storm,
Letting the tears of the saddened clouds,
Flow.
YOU ARE READING
Life a pain or a pleasure?
PoetryThese are poems I've made in creative writing so far. Please read them and tell me your thoughts. Also i'll make poems do to my feelings, and thoughts on whatever mood i'm in. So please enjoy and vote!!!!!!!!!!! Love ya'll!
