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 been 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
I look into the wooded dark The dying leaves, the rotting bark The cold wind blows from the side All that is terror and fear is inside
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
I look into the wooded dark
The dying leaves, the rotting bark
The cold wind blows from the side
All that is terror and fear is inside
I look away, hoping for light
All I see is the moon and it's night
The grass so soft under me
The tress so tall above the scene