Catching sunlight in bottles
Dip arrows in clouds
Watch it drip down the tip
And release the arrow proud
Burn the wax off your skin
Toast the feathers white brown
Plunge into the sea of cold
Surrounded by stabs of the sun
Plant words into hair
And weave them into a braid
Watch it sing the song you yearned for
And poets dance in the rain.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
