Outside the winter winds blow, the sun sinks down to the earth below. I imagine myself out in the cold dark night throwing snowballs with all my might*.
*Anybody have a better word for this???
Summer Storms
I watch the rain fall coming down and hitting the ground. Some drops look as big as a ball, yet some look much more small.
Summer Storms is pathetic, I know. but sometimes I just let my ideas flow. as for poems, I'm writing one now, and to think that I wasn't trying, but I still take a bow.
LOL I'm not good at writing poems but I still like to. The daddy's poem, though, I did not write. But I wish I had. I guess I'm not good at that though, as I don't know what it feels like to lose somebody you love. I should write a poem about my dog. but even if I would, it wouldn't be a good one, or at least no better than these poems. I have to admit something that most poets don't have to, much less want to: I'm terrible at writing poems.
Free2Dream
*claps*
Good job, Wal*nutty!!
117 years, 6 months & 4 days ago 8th Jan 2009 16:57
Bravo
117 years, 6 months & 13 days ago 30th Dec 2008 14:15
19 years & 1 day ago
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