Baren trees
Dead leaves
Empyt hearts
Broken promises
Life stolen away
Bitten by the frost
Frozen life
Pulsing under the snow
Old dead bark, giving way to fresh new born life
Dieing branches reaching twards the sunlight
Striving to live
The golden cleansing sunshine bathing the old branches
In it warm restoriative healing aura
New promises made in the starfilled twighlight
Hearts so full of love and joy they could almost burst
New life breaking free of old restraints
Everything gloriously fresh and new














Comments
Let me start by saying that your description of Spring was very well detailled and it gave out a amzing feel. I could almost smell the season.
I'm jealous.
We write very differently, I would be never able to explain something in that matter or write in that sort of way.
Very well done Doll.
I like your choice of words.
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PrettyPower will never be her power...
"When you hear a great song, it touches your life. it affects you, it's like a scent, it reminds you of something. you fuck to it, you feel blue to it, you feel great to it.."
-Courtney Love
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Don't touch whats already broken
Baren trees
Dead leaves
Empty hearts
Broken promises
Life stolen away
Bitten by the frost
Frozen life
Pulsing under the snow
Old dead bark
Giving way to fresh
New born life
Dieing branches reaching
Towards the sunlight
Striving to live
The golden cleansing sunshine
Bathing the old branches
In it warm restoriative healing aura
New promises made in the starfilled twighlight
Hearts so full of love and joy
They could almost burst
New life breaking free of old restraints
Everything gloriously fresh and new
Stanzas tend to give poems a better flow when you have so many lines. Some poems work best without them, but they tend to have short sharp lines. Anyway have a fiddle with putting in stanza's to ur next few poems. Other than that, i loved the writting. You use some very nice adjectives to describe the tone and atmosphere, keep it up.
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I'm getting feelings I'm hiding too well
(Bury the horse shaped shell)
Something broke inside my stomach
I let the pieces lie just where they fell
Porcupine Tree - Open Car
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