The Stranger

A poem about a stranger..

It was cold outside
With mist on all sides
When a galloping was heard
From the west of the hillside
The wind was howling into the night
He got down from his horse
And forced his way by
There was a small brown cottage
With a dimly lit lamp inside
He knocked on the hard door
With a timid knock
Not hard enough to hear
And waited for sometime
His heavy breath lapsing against life
The dimly lit lamp went off in a while
He thought to himself and went past by
And the stranger went on till early morn
Before he died

Author's Note

This was the first poem that I wrote when I was in grade 9.....so let me know views...thanks:D

Reviews

[Diwakar - "The Warrior ..]

NICE.......YOU DID A REALLY GREAT JOB AT THAT POINT OF TIME....................I also wrote a poem at 9th grade.......and it was just 10 liner .....this made me remember that...lol........................................................but this is really nice poem ....:-)

[FelicityAllona]

This is so wonderful and so sad.

[Adela Muresan]

It is so sad.
Well written but really sad :-(...

A.M.

[Personne]

Wow, wish I could write like this. Very nice write I think. It sounds mysterious, solemn, and very old. Like, a couple centuries old. I like that. It's a very nice poem. I like it(:

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even though the end gets a bit confusing semantically...wow, ninth grade?

pretty exceptional...my earliest poems need to stay in the box in the attic and never be found.

i got chills reading this...i was the stranger outside of myself shivering...sometimes we don't even let ourselves in.

jacob

[Amila Jay]

Hey. Thanks so much for the review =)

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Such great flow and rhytm! 100/100 Luv it!

[JRB]

i enjoyed the write and the read nicely put

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Great job. :)

[Seyi Ojenike]

If you say u wrote this in grade 9, then you're awesome in poetry ^_~

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This was really nice :)

[Amila Jay]

Thanks :))