On a blue canvas,
few patches of black and grey.
thats how
the sky is looking today.
Near that far end,
sun has almost set.
red and orange rays bend
from amidst the clouds.
The sky seems larger today,
why?
is this magic of the grey?
it may.
Interrupted into my thoughts,
the whistle of the rail.
i almost didnt noticed
it had begun to rain.
Well I like it. Sometimes a poem might be direct. Even if the poem is not your best write it any way. I love to read. Their your feelings. If just keep writing you'll better or worse. That's just life. A nice poem.
I for one loved it dear Jenie, I'm not one of the best poets on this site but I enjoyed it. keep writing. Siya_! !
nice poem but i didnt like it at all as its approach is so contamparaly and out of link
hi dear... i read your poem, i think it was direct and this is not good for a poem...and decrease the authority of your poem. try to write when you are really have a real feeling about that thing, , , because you should not lie to yourself, especially in poet! be successful.............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely poem, short and sweet. I think the shorter poems are the best.