I'm just starting to get into Poetry so I'd thought I'd get some of people's advice on my poems and stuff rather than just my friends' advice. |
December 25, 1943
Mother was crying in the bedroom...
They scream until midnight, sometimes past.
Forever I hear their screams, forever they last...
This poem was supposed to be heart-wrenching.
This poem was supposed to be about a dysfunctional...
A Field of glistening splendor,
covered in gleaming snow...
As you walk in with a full box of beer,
sit on the couch and take a swig...
People come, People go.
It's a fact of life...
Before I met you I didnt believe in it.
Before I met you I said it would never happen...