Beautiful Mornings, Beautiful Nights

a poem

The place we called ours

When the grass was all green

Now it's all burnt from the sun

And there's no magical feeling

Much more beautiful in the winter

Funny how that is

But it was, nonetheless

Foggy morning, pretty mist

Ivy up the trees

Light blue flowers

Sunrise in your eyes

The morning was ours

Everything was beautiful

Everything you touched seemed to glow

My vision was cleared

And I never wanted to let you go

Dancing through the long grass

Grass which used to grow wild

Now it's got a short cut

For a summer style

Nothing's the same now

When you left, my life changed

Nothing's the same now

Everything's rearranged

No, nothing will be the same now

Until you finally return

You made these flowers bloom

They've been dead, since the court adjourned...

Author's Note

I'm not good at poetry...but I'm working on it...

Reviews

[stellasautelle]

Very nice! I like it! :)

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this piece is so Beautiful morning and night~so surreal~!!!

B/W

[Tony]

You interweave the nature imagery superbly with the relationship theme. The contrasts in the final two lines are haunting!

[Nate E. Flake (Cösmic ..]

even though I prefer poems of nature over love ballads, this one seemed like a hybrid between both topics. I like this piece of writing.

[Yana]

This is very good, i love it!

[Michael Soul]

i love this part Ivy up the trees
Light blue flowers
Sunrise in your eyes
The morning was ours
beautiful

[Miss Coral]

This was a wonderful piece- very simply stated, simple imagery, but all very effective. The second half of the last line seemed a bit out of place to me, but perhaps that's a personal part?

Either way, great style. Love the occasional rhymes- it was subtle enough not to be required throughout the whole piece, and just made those lines seem to "click" even more. Great write!

-Coral-

[Tate Morgan]

Actually you are very good in this one

[the_stoic]

started off really well .. the pain just alters our entire viewpoint .. the sunshine that once felt so warm now feels to be burning us down .. life changes and that's the harsh truth .. if your love comes back, nothing like it .. but if not , then take courage from the fact that there are others like you languishing in want for their love to come back .. yet getting on along with their lives .. you are good in poetry for sure !

[inside unknown]

you are too good at poetry. and mrs kroontje has ingrained this in my head: repetition and bianary. hooray for poetic devices and hooray for honors writing and research.. and hooray to you too!