Ok, these poems I wrote awhile ago. They are short(so I posted more then one) and a different kind of writing style for me. I'm not sure if they are good or not, but I hope you enjoy them none-the-less.
-In Golden Woods-
There they stood,
in golden woods.
As amber leaves,
started to fall.
He turns to leave,
she whispers please,
don't let me slip and fall.
He turns around,
and drops to the ground,
with his hands on her tiny waist.
She starts to weep,
it stains her cheek,
now, her own tears she can taste.
Both now embracing,
there's no more time wasting.
Can this really be?
I wish it were so,
but, the answers still no,
it is just a beautiful dream.
-Naked-
As the trees,
bare no more leaves,
they now stand there naked.
As the wind blows,
before the snow flows,
they cry for you to awake it.
It, is the love that my heart embraces,
but, without you I'm unable to taste it.
-Re-bloom-
As I ran searching under the moon,
through hidden dirt trails,
I saw an old snake shedding its scales.
I realized then,
I could no longer pretend,
not everything stays connected.
But like the dead wake and become resorected,
so will our love re-bloom.
-In Golden Woods-
There they stood,
in golden woods.
As amber leaves,
started to fall.
He turns to leave,
she whispers please,
don't let me slip and fall.
He turns around,
and drops to the ground,
with his hands on her tiny waist.
She starts to weep,
it stains her cheek,
now, her own tears she can taste.
Both now embracing,
there's no more time wasting.
Can this really be?
I wish it were so,
but, the answers still no,
it is just a beautiful dream.
-Naked-
As the trees,
bare no more leaves,
they now stand there naked.
As the wind blows,
before the snow flows,
they cry for you to awake it.
It, is the love that my heart embraces,
but, without you I'm unable to taste it.
-Re-bloom-
As I ran searching under the moon,
through hidden dirt trails,
I saw an old snake shedding its scales.
I realized then,
I could no longer pretend,
not everything stays connected.
But like the dead wake and become resorected,
so will our love re-bloom.
I'm no analyst...if i'm wrong i've been blowing smoke out my ass. If i'm right, i'm not only a genius, but i'm in the wrong business. At any rate, i enjoyed your poems and that's sayin something b/c i'm not particualrly a poetry reader. Maybe the shortness helps though. At any rate, write one, write on.