Well here goes anything. I have just started writing and I'm still pretty self concious about my writings. I hardly show anyone and if I do I ask them not to tell anyone about them. I think this is probably one of my better ones.
Well, Hope you enjoy.
*Sliding through the night.
Guided by the beautiful light of the
Moon.
I’m humming a tune.
I’m at peace.
Just walking alone,
Barefoot in the twilight.
I’m able to escape my life
I’m feeling comforted in the streetlight.
It’s a wonderful night.
I don’t have a destination.
Just walking, wandering,
Trusting my guide.
The moon.
I hear footsteps.
Recognize them as my own.
Have an urge to run
The sound of my feet hitting the ground
So comforting to know
There is something that I can rely on
The land isn’t going anywhere.
Always there.
I come to a hill.
I stop running and stand still.
Laying down.
Staring at the stars and the
Moon.
Glowing that calming light
On my face.
I drift off into a dream.
Suddenly flying.
There’s nothing that I am not defying
I look around me,
I see the hill,
Me sleeping,
My city I call my home.
I’m rising, flying.
I keep drifting upwards toward my best friend.
The Moon. *
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2 comments:
You finally wrote a poem! Good job.
That's how I feel some times, mainly during the summer and we it's raining. I like your poem alot.
That is a really good poem Chloe. I would not be ashambed to show my poems if I were you. Maybe you will feel better about your poems. When I write I don't care what others think. They tell me they like it or don't but if I like it then I keep it. So I would try showing your poems more. Maybe you will feel better about them. Just a thought.
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