Can't you hear her?
Creep and Crawling...
Under leaves,
A-round trunks falling...
Through the mushrooms,
Inching inching....
Past the waters,
Itching itching....
Hear the grass grow,
Streams be rushing;
Far they do go,
Where not knowing.
Up the old oak,
She is latching...
Lie in waiting,
Time keeps passing...
Through the wood now,
You go crashing...
You can't see her,
Never flinching...
Onto your skin,
She is latching...
Under your nails,
Scratching scratching...
She has got you,
Rashes breaking...
Red and boiling,
Skin is streaking...
Crying, run now,
You are leaving...
Poison Ivy,
Sweetly stinging.
Quiet forest,
Softly stirring...
She is laying,
Green branches curling...
All alone here,
She is protecting...
Her home is safe,
So she keeps growing.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoezjaJust a bunch of random, unrelated poems, most of them will probably be funny or moody, I love a good laugh but I get a little philosophical. I wrote most of these poems in school, and all of them will be my own work. All rights reserved.
