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Creative Corner => Poetic Souls => Topic started by: NkaujNom on January 06, 2011, 09:10:59 PM
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The days grow older
And the winds blow colder
As the meadows sway in a rusty yellow
In the plains of the southwest below
Bluish grey and open skies
When stars refuse to take their velvety rise.
Birds take wing
For what the season will bring
And all this I watched
Sat, stared, waited, and all was silenced
By the audible voices whispering among sleeping branches,
Bushes, shrubs, and grasses
And all this I appreciated
The tranquil dusk as the noble fiery star setted
A breath of fresh air
But a longing not filled with despair
While I am here.
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Great! Thanks for sharing; haven't read anything this good lately!
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Thanks Yubnag.
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Nicely written for sure Mlle NkaujNom! Ur verses, rhymes n words/vocabulary are quite adv compare to mine n everything flows nicely. Thumbs-up O0 . Looking to read some more of ur poems in the future :)
Thanks Ly. Don't expect too much, I'm a poor poet.
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:)
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Right Mlle PF?! ;)
Yes lucky_ly. I enjoyed reading it. :)
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O0
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The days grow older
And the winds blow colder
As the meadows sway in a rusty yellow
In the plains of the southwest below
Bluish grey and open skies
When stars refuse to take their velvety rise.
Birds take wing
For what the season will bring
And all this I watched
Sat, stared, waited, and all was silenced
By the audible voices whispering among sleeping branches,
Bushes, shrubs, and grasses
And all this I appreciated
The tranquil dusk as the noble fiery star setted
A breath of fresh air
But a longing not filled with despair
While I am here.
Such a nice and lovely poem. I wish the poets would come back and kiss our hearts and minds with their poetic words. Pretty please???