Biography of Skylar Kendall
Hello, my name is Skylar Kendall. I am 17 years old and I thought I would give this website a try for my writing. I don't write all poetry, but lately I've beem writing more and more. Thank you for reading.
Skylar Kendall Poems
The blind, old man Sits here, never to stand Waits for her, waits for him Waiting for, ever since when
Anger rages through its veins Madness controling its heart Sin the right Hate the divine
Drop after drop, they fall Hitting us with cold water all Staining my black As they fall, we can't take it back
Life, the empty canvass Empty for now The brush is your mind The colors, your actions
One soul, one life Here to serve a purpose Here to love, here to try Here to stay alive
Swing, swing The bulb glides through the air Lighting the table Showing the dark scene
Beauty with in. With in the eye of the beholder. The eye that matters. Unique to us all.
Wind Chilling, whispering by Leaves fallen gently, speak as they die The road, long not taken here The night so cold, the night I fear
Sometime in late, late December, of this I do remember Of the time I visited that haunted floor That haunted room, which held it all It was ther behind that door
Her sweet, sweet song She sings so beautifuly Her song so unique So tender, I love it so
For Whom The Bell Tolls
Death laid upon our land, Stricken with pain and greif As we fight each other, Somberly we weep.
The Yellow Rose Of Texas
Southwestern flame. Rare beauty of the desert. Pedals of golden radiance. Stands alone in the baren land.
Sleep, sleep, sleep I cannot As her thought Begins to rot
Valcious And Cerberus
Valor and honor of a Nation. Spirit and beauty of a soul. The green rolling fields Lay in front of the young
Wind Chilling, whispering by
Leaves fallen gently, speak as they die
The road, long not taken here
The night so cold, the night I fear
The lake so peaceful, glimmering so
in the midnight moon's still and radiant glow
Shadows behind the somber trees
The night so cold, the night makes me grieve