Genre Poetry. Page - 101
The aftermath of a fantasy.
Dusk has fallen; a Soldier gone to war is fatally wounded. While back at his birthplace a mother still remembers him as a child and believes that someday he would return to her (unknowing that he is soon to die) just as he used to return home after long hours of play in his childhood.
Just something that I wrote a while ago.
have you ever felt as if someone is following you?
My poems are ranged from a dark poem of a little girl doomed to die to a love song that can break one's heart. They can be very depressing and if you dont like sad things you shouldnt read them. Feel free to comment i love constructive criticism, but please dont be hateful. Note: They are not all about wolves actually that's just my nick name.
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” -jack kerouac
this poem is a new one that i just feel like writting....it's idk...gonna be different...hope you like it...i love you baby if you read this...well....