Karla Scheidt

Karla Scheidt Poems

Staring at the campfire;
Oh, what a sapphire,
It could start a bushfire.
...

'Oh what is the red on your head, Leaking out the gap? '
A ribbon, A red ribbon.
Seeping through the woods,
Creeping off the roof,
...

A tower stands strongly in London,
Made by hands not from the dungeon,
It stands strong, Not ever crumbling,
Never had a shame,
...

'Last Breath', One may say,
'Feels like drowning', You may state,
'It is drowning', I remark,
But I know that it is not,
...

Karla Scheidt Biography

Hello and welcome to my biography. I will tell you as much as I can about the types of poems I like to write. I like to write poems about fantasy and not real things and events. I also like to write poems about my feelings and what I wish to happen in the future as well as places and events that have happened. All of my poems will always have a meaning though the meaning may not be clear at first, Someone will always be able to figure it out and I know that.)

The Best Poem Of Karla Scheidt

Knight's Campfire

Staring at the campfire;
Oh, what a sapphire,
It could start a bushfire.

The flicks of light,
The tricks of night;
Oh where is that knight?
Out in a fight, Out in the daylight;

The horrors of night,
The abandoned light,
Sacrificed on sight,
Paralyzed from fright,
Symbolized by spite;

What a night,
Can't wait for light,
The time starves me.

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