Morning Winter
The crisp of a new coming day
Though the sun is still waking
It's bright as can be.
The smell of something baking
Warms the home in the morning chill.
Sleeping trees glisten beautifully
Just to show it's true life inside.
People stay in deep slumber, while early birds
Watch the sun rise with a dying urge.
The ground waits below
Patiently for the snow
To leave it alone.
Sleep is For The Weak
Sleep is for the weak!
They miss the beauty of the night.
Where new creatures roam.
Yet they sleep without a care.
Stars are bright
Small or big
To please who is fair.
Sleep is for the ones who are scared
Underneath the all watching eyes,
Who plea you to come play.
The ones who are brave
Gets to tell the tale, Of the unwavering night.
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Poems
PoetryIn literacy class we had a poem unit and although i'm not the best I am proud of some of them. So I am posting them all here for fun. Do not have to read!! Cover not mine.
