Why am I doing this
The watcher:
The cat sits atop the ledge
Watching the city
Like a stone gargoyle
Never leaving it's post
(I wrote that one in guitar practice actually. I don't practice guitar btw.)
The black cat
Across the rooftops,
Down into the alley,
The black cat pads
On silent paws,
Disappearing into the night
Garden
Creeping about the garden,
Squeezing between the ferns and flowers,
Slinking under the forest of colors
Whirling above,
Without rippling a leaf
Rain
Rain pattering,
Falling to the ground,
Dripping down.
The frog sits
Under the toadstool
Knowing he is safe
Safe
The wind whirls outside,
Rain batters the window.
Thunder rumbles loudly in the distance,
But inside we are warm and safe,
Protected from the battle raging.
(That could also go in the next section)
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Possibly angst 6th-7th grade poems
PoésieI feel like embarrassing myself atm, so I'm gonna do something I'll probably regret. Here's the shitty angst poems I made last year during seventh period
