Poetry:
Shapes
Make letters
Make words
Make pictures
Make stories.
Poetry:
The letters twist
In a fun little dance,
Playing their own
Games in the meadow
Peaceful in the spring breeze.
Poetry:
The words fill up pages,
Covering clean paper
In an effortless blanket of ink.
She tries to remember the sounds
In the summer sunshine.
Poetry:
The poems paint pictures
In her mind,
Clearer than the most famous painting.
She watches the leaves fall,
Like a seasonal autumn movie.
Poetry:
The stories in the poems
Are so real to her.
Like gems in a dusty attic,
Hidden in other, lesser, stories,
Buried beneath the winter snow.
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thoughts from a dark hole
Poetryrandom poetry that i think of. poetry is my way of coping with my mind and learning about the world around me through the beauty of words. thank you for reading! TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE FIRST TWO POEMS - sexual and physical abuse, violence, CSA, de...
