Rain
As I sit and watch
I see the rain fall down here
onto this dead world.
Green Eyes
Within these white walls
you're emerald eyes glimmer
lonelier than stars.
The Soul (crimson and gold)
Dark as blood at dusk
but upon entering light
gold shimmers appear.
Perfect Blue
The mists and twilight
blend together and shimmer
in a perfect blue.
Cold Heart
You are like winter
so beautiful to look at
but cold to the touch.
Void
There's nothing in you
you are emptier than death
swallowed by the void...
Temporary Lives
We live lives of flesh
transient beings we are
we turn into ash.
Sorrow & Happiness
Sorrow falls in tears
like happiness in laughter
but it's not the same.
Flirtations
A low chuckle sounds
eyes teasing in the low light
you lift up my heart.
Pretty Eyes
Shinning darkly bight
of an interesting shade
I can't look away.
Cherry Blossoms Under the Moon
Bright under the moon
glowing like the falling snow
cherry blossoms fly.
Dusk
I love the deep dusk
where the world sleeps beauty wakes
it makes my heart ache.
Dark Night
Feeling the eyes watch
their presences pressing in
on this dark, dark night.
So yeah, at one point in my life around 11-13 years old for some reason I just wrote a lot of haikus. Don't know how or why that started but it did. I have a lot more where these came from so maybe more of my embarrassing pre-teen poetry will end up on here yeah?
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Words In Mind
Poetry(This story originally had a very cringy title made by a 13-year-old me so I changed it, previously Darkness of the Mind) Poetry is an intimate thing, it's where the vague nebulous ideas in one's mind take form and then flight upon a page with ink...
