It hasn't been until the past five years that I have given poetry a second thought. I find it a lot easier to express myself through writting than I do through conversation.I'm looking forward to writing more and meeting new friends on this site.
A bleak and dreary atmosphere
My saddened eyes behold
The once felt warmth deep in my heart
Reflects insipid cold.
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Neath the limb of willow tree
I ponder love through reverie.
Near bend of stream where I now stand,
From whence we held each other's hand,
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Snow squalls howling through the night
Covering the earth in a blanket of white,
Icy raindrops that instantly freeze
And clings to limbs of the barren trees,
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He's always asking questions
When he's at a social scene.
He idolizes Sherlock Holmes
And the famous Ellory Queen.
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The sun bursting forth its beaming light
Across the greening lawn,
Accents the aura of spring delight
This early dew damp dawn.
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