Ok. I'm taking LokisChild's advice. I'm going to cross post my new project to SG. I'll be taking my old highschool poetry book and posting it all, page by page.
Yes, it's self indulgent. Yes much of it is bad poetry. But screw it. I don't need to impress anyone. So here's the first poem:
The Sunset
The sun turns red, drifting low,
O'er a valley where a bird still sings,
Flushed crimson in the alpine glow,
That sunset always seems to bring.
Hidden there a castle lay,
Scarlet banners in disrepair,
Ruins abandoned in the day,
While ancient memories tarry there.
A courtyard filled with amber light,
A tranquil pool resting fair,
The peace brought by the coming night,
Blankets this place with loving care.
As the sun falls into the ground,
Kissing the world with ruby lips,
The earth itself seems forever bound,
And a shadow of night o'er the valley slips.
Yes, it's self indulgent. Yes much of it is bad poetry. But screw it. I don't need to impress anyone. So here's the first poem:
The Sunset
The sun turns red, drifting low,
O'er a valley where a bird still sings,
Flushed crimson in the alpine glow,
That sunset always seems to bring.
Hidden there a castle lay,
Scarlet banners in disrepair,
Ruins abandoned in the day,
While ancient memories tarry there.
A courtyard filled with amber light,
A tranquil pool resting fair,
The peace brought by the coming night,
Blankets this place with loving care.
As the sun falls into the ground,
Kissing the world with ruby lips,
The earth itself seems forever bound,
And a shadow of night o'er the valley slips.