Poems from DawnP
Dust fills the sky of the blood red dying day,
Debris like swirling snowflakes fall.
The great society dies from quiet catastrophe
The...
If all one ever sees are the ebony clouds,
One will never see the polished mists
That fall as thunder crashes loud.
If all one ever sees...
There exists a contorted little being,
With a toothy, slightly crooked grin,
Not forgetting the raspy breathing.
This little creature is...
Writing in free verse is something. The kind of something that one does not quite know what to think about. Free verse could be compared...
The delicate trill echoes,
Beyond the little music box and throughout the room.
The delicate trill echoes,
But a deeper silence pervades...