Lizard's{Hostile} Poetry

[hostlietakeover]

Hmm, so here this goes I guess.

Frozen Abyss

Frozen into the assumption of death,
A light frost upon cobblestones,
Thin layers of snow on barren branches,
Icicles floating mid-air on the eaves,
Critters frozen in their burrows,
Birds gone south for the time,
Fish frozen under the friged water,
Grass not green, but a dusty brown,
Small green bits clinging to life,
Only to end up being browned by frozen death,
The light-hearted plants are frosted down,
No blooms will blossom at this time,
For white plague is upon all,
Tormenting all to death or sleep,
Frozen with a thin layer of ice,
Winter is the frozen death.

[hostlietakeover]

Falling

The whisper of the russet leaves,
With a warming, golden, sunny ray,
There is an old man in the woods who grieves,
The death of his grandson who loved to play.
He sighs at the thought of his loss,
While the boy is hiding in a patch of green moss.

The boy is lost, looking for his way,
Little creatures around him listening,
Off the cliff he falls into the bay,
The sun’s rays on the waves glistening.
Slowly falling into the dark, deep abyss,
Feeling the sirens cold, sweet kiss.

A frozen corps floating on the waves,
Glisten with a clear layer of ice,
It floats into a cold dark cave,
For his tomb it must suffice.
The russet leaves they fall,
And the sound of a kite’s sorrowful call.

[hostlietakeover]

This is one for an English Project...

Change the world

A solemn white flower,
Surrounded by death, stretching out its hand,
It cries silently within,
But it shows no tears.

A lonely swan swims silently through the syrupy water,
Only the dark reflection of life shows,
It wishes for love,
But it does not fly free.

A grotesque little calf sits alone,
It is shunned by the herd,
It wishes to be with everyone,
But it does not resist.

We, the people, must learn to accept,
Others out there are sad and lonely,
Can we not give them a smile or a hug?
But society is cruel to them,
We choose to be insolent,
To them, it’s futile and there is no hope,
I wish to change that,
The truth may not be explicit to them,
But I will change that with this poem.

[funmaster]

ooo nice. i like the 2nd best. don't know why.