Jinx3295
Well-known member
Okay, you rate the poem above you,.. and then write or paste the one of your own.
Rules:
1. You can use your own poety
2. You may usee poetry written by some else, just give them credit at the end (By ___)
3. No taking credit for another persons poem
Okay, I'll start:
The midnight sky lingers with the scent of dried leaves and burning coals,
And I smile as I watched the flames burn into the dark oblivion.
When the embers shall fade is somethig no one knows.
The trees are beginning to go bare,
And the sidewalks are covered by the crisp, orange dead leaves.
This is a sign of how Autumn comes and goes.
The air is cold and crisp to the touch against my skin,
Chilling you and I all, all the way down to the bone.
The wind is so feirce that I feel like pins are stabbing my toes.
And the children are giggling and playing,
Telling each other stories and ryhmes of the upcoming winter.
Chestnuts are roasting to a scent that's delightful to my nose.
But then his hand has reached for mine,
And now I feel blush coming to my face; he's my one and only.
In his hand he holds a beautiful red rose.
By Me, Jinx3295
Rules:
1. You can use your own poety
2. You may usee poetry written by some else, just give them credit at the end (By ___)
3. No taking credit for another persons poem
Okay, I'll start:
The midnight sky lingers with the scent of dried leaves and burning coals,
And I smile as I watched the flames burn into the dark oblivion.
When the embers shall fade is somethig no one knows.
The trees are beginning to go bare,
And the sidewalks are covered by the crisp, orange dead leaves.
This is a sign of how Autumn comes and goes.
The air is cold and crisp to the touch against my skin,
Chilling you and I all, all the way down to the bone.
The wind is so feirce that I feel like pins are stabbing my toes.
And the children are giggling and playing,
Telling each other stories and ryhmes of the upcoming winter.
Chestnuts are roasting to a scent that's delightful to my nose.
But then his hand has reached for mine,
And now I feel blush coming to my face; he's my one and only.
In his hand he holds a beautiful red rose.
By Me, Jinx3295
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accidents happen, sorry
