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: