I categorize all of my poems in misc. because every poem means something different to each individual. Please don't tell me what category you believe a poem of mine should be in. You have your views, and I have mine. =D |
Drifting through water I found a note.
And on this paper the paladin wrote...
Whose homes these are I wish I knew.
They hold my love however shrew...
To the colors that inspired this poem: Thank you.
The colors flow throughout the air...
The wolf has run away today,
His paws have gone in all but snow...
Please don't read, rate, or comment. This poem is...
Rhythms rhyming quickly...
Majestic hours end the fight,
Against the wishes of the night...
The wolf has run away today,
His paws have gone in all but snow...
To the colors that inspired this poem: Thank you.
The colors flow throughout the air...
Whose homes these are I wish I knew.
They hold my love however shrew...
The eleventh hour is eleven hours too late for epiphanies, and eleven hours too early for mankind. |