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@w-o-holmes

Well… Not a lot. I try to an extent, but I’m not good at it at all. I like to try to write songs more than I do poetry, but I’m not very good at that either.

Most of my poems are utter nonsense to help me understand what I’m feeling at the time and would never make any sense to anyone other than myself.

Here’s a couple of my (very, very short) poems. (I’m posting them here because I’m not proud enough of them to put them on the actual poetry thread)

This one is actually rather old, I wrote it a long time ago, but I was a little gloomy and up too late.</p>

Distant</p>

I’m lying here with a weary soul,
I find my heart too full for words,
As they never tell the whole.
My dream is burning, bright as a star,
But just as distant,
Just as far.

Could my dream be ever reached?
And in my hands my joy made whole-
Touch the stars, feel the cold gleam!
Or will it shadow in the sky,
My hope is clouded,
Dreaming died.

This one I came up with watching fireworks on the 4th of July this year.

Fairy Dust Before The Moon

A million fires up in the gloom,
Resounding, cracking, crashing booms.
Like fairy dust before the moon,
And then they’re gone, all too soon.

Flashing blue and green and red,
Filling the sky above my head,
Then falling gold in glittering threads,
And then are lost when the sparks are dead.

They burst in flow’rs of fiery light,
A golden cloud up in the sky.
Glorious, sparkling, lighting the night,
And then reduced to smoke they die.

A thousand flashing, flying blooms,
Silver and green, gold and blue-
Trails of light the faeries drew,
And then they’re gone, all too soon.

Such lovely shooting stars so bright,
Sparkling gold in falling flight-
Gleaming fiercely before my sight,
Playing chase up in the night.

And then it’s done, returns the gloom.
The sky no longer bursts with plumes
Of fairy dust that left too soon,
And silent hangs the crescent moon.
@wordsmith You recommended I give poetry a try… there’s a couple of my attempts. XD