Crisp sounds come from a fire
Red is the color seen in the hearth
Ashes cover the ground as the remains
Colors are of bright hues
Kids sit by the fireplace
Lulled to sleep as the warmth spreads
Everyone hears the noise
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Hey guys, I'll admit my poems aren't that good, but my later ones are better, I purposely put my earlier ones out, so I could see how far I progressed in my Poetry. Please stick with it and tell me what you think! ;)
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Memories: In the Past but Never Forgotton (Poetry)
PoetryA collection of random poems. From school assignments, or from me being bored out of my mind. The beginning poems are kind of slow but I put it that way so that the readers can see and observe how my poetry changed over time.
