Frost

by Maple Tree   Jan 31, 2013


Lucid thoughts consume my sedation,
leaving me lonely within a barren tomb.

Documents become unexplained translations,
snowy linens encase my soul, more thoughts to consume.

Withered leaves have fallen during innocent meditation,
remembering empty faces as flowers refuse to bloom.

Wish they would listen to words of gratification,
I'll kiss the sun another day, whisper to the moon-

Soon, very soon, I'll say farewell to my frustration....

Dedicated to Chelsey- She inspired me today to Rhyme <3

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  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    The whole poem was really well penned, even down to the perfect syllabification, and effortless rhyme.
    The story in the poem is a sad one, and sometimes in poems the rhyme and the whole process of getting it right distracts and limits the emotion in the actual piece but here it didn't, they complement each other well and you once again, as your blooming beautiful self does, wrote another piece that I freaking LOVE

    Mwah... x

  • 11 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Now see I didn't rhyme like this when I was younger...this here is good rhyme. Your syllable count is what helps the flow...the story in this is just beautifully sad......if rhyming poems were like this I'd enjoy them :)

    Mwah!