[this is my horrible spring poem that i have decided to post here:
Spring.
The faint sunrise glows softly,
Illuminating the dew ridden grass.
Birdsong fills the tepid air,
Awakening the May blossom.
The birth of a newborn lamb,
The first squawk of a bird,
The rebirth of Jesus Christ,
It all begins with birth by sleep.
| QUOTE (Lionman363 @ Sep 21 2007, 03:11 PM) |
| (vomits) |
You know what Lionman...just shut up. Seriously. That was uncalled for.
I liked it, Beksin. It was very mellifluous.
I'm not a religious person, but the choice of words you used for the imagery was lovely. A little short.
One of these days we need someone to write a longer poem. '_'
I've written longer poems (at least longer than that), but most of them suck.
I just recently typed up one, but it's based on the 1992 version of Bram Stoker's Dracula. Not everyone's cup of tea on here, probably. Incredibly sappy. >.>
