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
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 ....:-)
What I like to do with old poetry...is try rewriting it. Keep the original...you never want to delete the original...keep the the essence of it near. But with your current writing abilities...see what you can do with it. I see a lot of potential here for you to recreate another masterpiece. :)
You floored me! and that is not easy. Keep writing. I want to read every word if more is like this on. Full of life and its mystery. You're my kind of writer.
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This is fascinating. It has a quality in the depth and uniqueness of the story. The message and theme is well delivered and it is tight as poetic verse. Great job.
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