Tears

its something we all do. but sometimes we cant explain why we're doing it.

They fall from the brown clouds,

into the puddle oof water,

they ask why

and i have no reply

all i can say

is it's fate.

They fall from the white oval,

it comes unexpected,

not knowing when it comes,

scares me more than knowing of it goes,

they fall from the depth of the land,

and dry back up with a white hand.

all i can say is

they'll be back again.

Reviews

[Kyle]

this is an great poem,
the way in which you handled your imagery is really facinating,
i hope not to be too harsh but i have one suggetion,
in the part where you say...

"it comes unexpected,
not knowing when it comes"

you wrote come twice and it gives the poemm a repetitive feel.
if you said something more like...

"it comes unexpected,
unaware of its arrival"

then i believe that the poem would flow better,
though this is just my opinion and u could feel different.
the ending and begining are both fantastic,
i love the part where you say,

"they fall from the depth of the land,
and dry back up with a white hand".

overall it is a beautiful yet simple poem, which i greatly admire.
keep writing, you have a talent for it