Jinx3295
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I'm thinking of making a poetry book, so far I have three poems for it.. tell me what you think.. i'm posting all three
The Melody Of The Rain
Gray skies, are all I see.
The rain drops pour down.
The sky is crying, the sky is crying.
Whistling winds, the pitter-patter of the rain..
Music to my ears, love, it's music to my ears.
The wind is singing, the wind is singing.
"Come along, we shall dance in the rain."
But you stare at me, 'there is no music'
"The winds are blowing, the rain is pouring..
The leaves are dancing, how would they be dancing to no music?"
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are dancing.
"Come along with me, under the clouds.. beneath the sorrowful sky..
We shall dance, into the gray. We shall fade."
It is no storm... a symphony, a symphony more beautiful than any...
Come dance with me in the rain...
The sky is crying, the sky is crying.
The wind is singing, the wind is singing.
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are dancing.
The rain, wind and leaves..
They are all my music
Beneath The Stars
Stars, they shine so bright.
As we see one fall, we wish with all our might.
‘I want to be with you forever,
And this night to end? Never.’
Beneath the stars, we shall take flight.
The midnight sky, shall be our witness tonight.
My hand in your, it feel’s so right.
‘Sing the sweet melody, love is in the air.
If I blush, I am sorry.. Your hand is ruffling my hair.’
Oh no, dawn is approaching.. I can see the light.
We shall meet again, even thought you’ll be out of my sight.
The Fallen Angel
The Fallen Angel,
She is trapped in the lonely abyss.
She tries to fly, and break free..
But her heart is too heavy,
Her wings have shattered.
Tears stream down her cheeks as she thinks..
‘If I put my mind to it, I can do it.’
Sadly, she cannot.
She is the Fallen Angel.
Her mind is tangled, with thoughts of dread.
She hears no common sense, her senses are dead.
The Fallen Angel now knows nothing.
She pushes and pushes..
But optimism doesn’t work, Babe.
It don’t work.
If only she could fly..
She’d be like the others,
Beautiful.. Majestic..
Say a prayer, sing a song..
You’re never gonna’ fit in.
She is the Fallen Angel,
Forever entrapped in the abyss.
She is there, dying...
what do you think?
The Melody Of The Rain
Gray skies, are all I see.
The rain drops pour down.
The sky is crying, the sky is crying.
Whistling winds, the pitter-patter of the rain..
Music to my ears, love, it's music to my ears.
The wind is singing, the wind is singing.
"Come along, we shall dance in the rain."
But you stare at me, 'there is no music'
"The winds are blowing, the rain is pouring..
The leaves are dancing, how would they be dancing to no music?"
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are dancing.
"Come along with me, under the clouds.. beneath the sorrowful sky..
We shall dance, into the gray. We shall fade."
It is no storm... a symphony, a symphony more beautiful than any...
Come dance with me in the rain...
The sky is crying, the sky is crying.
The wind is singing, the wind is singing.
The leaves are dancing, the leaves are dancing.
The rain, wind and leaves..
They are all my music
Beneath The Stars
Stars, they shine so bright.
As we see one fall, we wish with all our might.
‘I want to be with you forever,
And this night to end? Never.’
Beneath the stars, we shall take flight.
The midnight sky, shall be our witness tonight.
My hand in your, it feel’s so right.
‘Sing the sweet melody, love is in the air.
If I blush, I am sorry.. Your hand is ruffling my hair.’
Oh no, dawn is approaching.. I can see the light.
We shall meet again, even thought you’ll be out of my sight.
The Fallen Angel
The Fallen Angel,
She is trapped in the lonely abyss.
She tries to fly, and break free..
But her heart is too heavy,
Her wings have shattered.
Tears stream down her cheeks as she thinks..
‘If I put my mind to it, I can do it.’
Sadly, she cannot.
She is the Fallen Angel.
Her mind is tangled, with thoughts of dread.
She hears no common sense, her senses are dead.
The Fallen Angel now knows nothing.
She pushes and pushes..
But optimism doesn’t work, Babe.
It don’t work.
If only she could fly..
She’d be like the others,
Beautiful.. Majestic..
Say a prayer, sing a song..
You’re never gonna’ fit in.
She is the Fallen Angel,
Forever entrapped in the abyss.
She is there, dying...
what do you think?
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17 poems! i'd pay :^D
