So I wrote this for school a while back and decided to post it, I'm no where near a good poet, just fair warning! However, I would greatly appreciate your comments:) Personally, poetry is more personal and complicated than story telling, so I give props to all you poets!
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Fiery blazes engulf the whole town.
The smoke like a black cloak,
smothering life, dreams, and hope.
The presence of death and sorrow
is thick in the air causing a state of despair.
Ash and burning embers cover the streets
that were once full of merriment and life.
Kids frolicking and mothers taking a stroll
now had children clinging to their mothers,
as the mothers weep long mournful cries.
Amongst the tragedy and depression,
lies a flower in the rubble.
The flower stands as a witness to all.
It watches the scene before it,
as a symbol of hope and defiance.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Crap!
Teen FictionThis is just a small collection of my poetry, its not great, maybe not even good! I decided to post it for the heck of it:)
