Slight icy spikes
pierce me as I stand here,
waiting...
Who shall come,
I do not know.
I just wait here,
in the mist.
Streetlights fill me with
warmth,
love,
hope.
Here in the rain,
I wait.
The small white dome I carry
protects me outside,
but not in.
Only a sliver if hope,
I stand and wait,
in the glistening rain.
My purse grows heavy
with a note I've commit to memory.
I wait for them to return
but I am left in the drizzle
waiting.
Th hope flickers out,
but still I wait,
forever trapped
in the warmth of the streetlights.
For everything else is wistful.
A/N:
Welcome to my book of original poems! If you haven't already please check out my scomiche fanfic if your into that! I started things off with my favorite poem I have ever written. This is an ekphrastic free verse poem. That means it is a poem about a work of art written in a free verse form. The picture attached is what this poem is based off of. The updates for this will be random and whenever I get inspiration for a new poem. I hope you enjoy these poems! I always enjoy feed back so please comment and let me know what you think of each poem!
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Creations From a Genuine Heart
PoetryWhen a genuine heart speaks, its words resonate deep in the hearts of others. For, one must become their true self to have a genuine heart. Poetry and music is the genuine heart's language and gift to the world.