The sun is gone, the dark is coming
The moon is out, the stars shine amber-white
Sun reflected off its silver covering
Its light it sparkles, through the wistful night
In the shadows, she loves to walk
Her face coin silver, charcoal is her hair
To herself she meekly sings and talks
As her sweet love floats through the air
Why does she rain? Why a lady so fair?
The moon hasn't been treating her well
So there she is, trapped in a hurt stare
Waiting for the ring of her chapel bell
So there's the moon, giving as much light as it can dish
Close your eyes, and make a moonlit wish
Mr. S. had better run. He now has a very talented rival. This is a stunning piece of poetry done in his style. His style, but you wonderful poet wrote this on you own. You paint a stunning picture with your words. I will be stopping by to read more of your works. I hope you will not mind my intrusions. "In the shadows she loves to walk......her face coin silveer. You inspire one to start painting this lovely work!
Mr. S. had better run. He now has a very talented rival. This is a stunning piece of poetry done in his style. His style, but you wonderful poet wrote this on you own. You paint a stunning picture with your words. I will be stopping by to read more of your works. I hope you will not mind my intrusions. "In the shadows she loves to walk......her face coin silveer. You inspire one to start painting this lovely work!
Yes yes yes! Being an intense Shakespeare fan, like crazy fan, I was sort of expecting a little more, please dont take that badly, it just doesn't have the Shakespeare umph to it! It has inner rain umph to it! Nice visuals, great flow and I like it!
The sun is gone ,dark has come,moon is out stare still shine
Sparks through wistful nights..In shadows she loves to walk
Her face shines ,hair like coal,she sings and talks
sweet love feels through the air,Why all the rain ,why lady so fair
Moon was not treating you well,there you are,trapped in hurt stare
Look theres the moon giving much light,close your eyes and make him a wish
what loveliness ,i had to come back here for i really loved this
lovely write..
Oh what loveliness ,what a lovely song...
There she walks,sun is gone,dark is coming,moon is out ,stars shines
Light sparkles through wistful nights,she loves to walk,face like silver
To herself she sings and talks,sweet love floats through the air
Why does she rains ,why lady so fair,moon has not been treating her well
oh how i loved this
lovely write..
Why I Write?!
I love to write poems... Not really planning to make it a profession, i just enjoy it. I write to relieve stress, especially school-related stress and also so i can express my emot.. more..