poetry

A Weakened heart brings much pain, accepting new love no regard for disdain. A weakened heart falls for the closest amour, falling into deep overture. A weakened heart with time can blaze a trail, a new road to follow for a better tale.

The light of the moon caused a fantastic new life, A release from darkness with no sign of strife. He rose from the darkness in his own heart, And with happiness in hand returned to his art. His work a reflection of a light heartened man, The light of the moon flowing through his hand...

Gathered, it speaks in golden glow, where outside falls the newborn snow, Ages that remember, a tale gone by, and eyes that live, to wonder why ~ Crackling hearth, of amber hue ~ To delight the old and new Within one's heart to rekindle, and spin like the needle ~ of a spindle Cherish this...

My pet fish performed an acrobatic maneuver onto my very fuwa~fuwa bed. It is superior fish. Dominator of the seven fishtanks, Tyrant of the tub. And best of all, it's a cat-fish. Meow-bubblebubblebubble.

Come on, folks! Crack ye knuckles and post your poems. Let me starto~ (I'm an amateur and had no formal study in terms of poetry writing). ~freestyler~ Here are some of the stuff I made: