in June,
the firemen came,
bleeding yellow hydrants
with the big red wrench, our bare feet
waiting
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in June,
the firemen came,
bleeding yellow hydrants
with the big red wrench, our bare feet
waiting
waiting
for another autumn to start
and return me in my spleen
hope summer will come soon
and i will see you
again
P.S. This is my first one, don't be harsh
Wonderful, baz!
This is my first one too.
again
I rise my head
and I watch your leaving
for the tropical Tanzania
by boat
Is it OK?
http://www.nationalgeographic.com/ad...1/tanzania.jpg
boat is sailing to Tanzania
and sunbeams are burning through the sky,
waves are shining like your eyes
and all beauties of Serengeti will I doubt
outshine your image in my heart
Hi Downing and Bazarov. Welcome to the cinquain chain. Your poem should be five lines in the following pattern of syllables: 2/4/6/8/2 -- and you use the last line of the poem above as your first. Get it? ;)
My heart
collapses in...
squeezing out all life's breath.
How can it hurt so much without
dying?
Dying
now I will be
with the one who holds me,
my heart, my soul, my very being in
His hands
my first one. Is it correct?
His hands
are open, strong
and warm. But alas 'His'
identity is forever
unknown
Unknown,
I wander these
streets of sunlit cement,
escaping from Memory's cold
fingers.
fingers
promise hands which
is all we ask of
our lovers, except for hands, arms
and hearts
and hearts
are sometimes joined
at the hip, or so it
seems...when we've scarcely noticed the
joining
joining
his march through the
old South full of fury
I tremble when I hear the sound
of fight
Is this ok,please tell me?
Not only OK, but fantastic! Thanks, Downing! :)
of fight
he has no more
his spirit broken now
by this experience of vile
torture
torture
is what I feel
when I see you down there
whispering with your last forces
love songs
CdnReader, I thank YOU. :)You're really kind.
love songs,
poems, promise
now to have and to hold—
we kiss without worrying who
sees us…
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...HeyHansome.gif
ooops, the pen was quicker than the amp