Poems from Brooke_Robinson
The life of a writer isn't always words on a piece of paper.
In a small town lived a lonely girl
Haunted by her mind,
She left her nest...
Fighting for life.
Hanging on by a mere thread
By the hands of God.
Merciful strength
Layed to rest.
The moment of freedom
To do anything worthwhile.
Running, jumping, hopping through
The forest growth.
The only regret is crushing
An...
The Civet-Cat prowls,
At African gazelles, he growls;
His claws pounce at the weak,
For the weak are mild and meek;
And the beast scowls,...
Blue tides wash away
Sea-serpent scallops in damp
Nymphs of the sea-shores.