Love

Love

The emotion that starts as a bud

Then blooms outward

The happiness and drama entangled

In the vines of love

But every rose has its thorns

And sometimes the blossom

Droops 

Withers

Falls

And the love is gone

Sunset Magic

The sun sank slowly

Shadows ruled the land

Fireflies flickered their lights

On and off

On and off 

And owls awoke from sleep

The landscape turned into

Another world

Perfect for slumber

This is a something I wrote. You guys probably all think my poems suck because they're so wordy and depressing. Anyways, here it is.

Folded Flag

have you ever felt so empty

broken inside

that you just couldn't function anymore?

have you ever been

unable to cry

because you don't have any tears left?

have you ever had to hold yourself together 

in front of a crowd of people

as a folded flag is handed to your father

as a coffin is carried away from you

away, never coming back

you try and you try

but you just can't

your bottom lip begins to quiver

you squeeze your eyes shut

you clench your fists

a hand on your shoulder

doesn't do anything to make you feel better

the tears run down your face

it hurts your throat

trying to keep the sobs inside

keep it together, you command yourself

as the uniformed man looks at you with sympathy

you stare at the ground

you press your lips together

but it's too hard

you can't do it anymore

your shoulders start to shake

you cover your face with your hands, because

this type of sadness isn't pretty

you'd give anything in the world

to be away from here

at the same time

you can't leave

because

this is your last chance

to

say

goodbye. 

The Wind's Story

As the light of the sun slips beneath the trees,

And the clouds float loftily on the breeze,

The whisp'rin' wind murmurs a wondrous tale,

Carried afar over the fields, hills, and dale.

The tale is as ancient as old Mother Earth, 

Created to be told by the wind and the surf, 

The story holds many a lesson and riddle,

Ev'ry single time it's retold it changes a little. 

It talks about stars and the evening and morn,

It talks about ev'ry promise broken and sworn.

The stars and clouds come closer to hear,

When the first rays of the ivory moon appear.

As the light of the sun slips beneath the trees,

And the clouds float loftily on the breeze,

The whisp'rin' wind murmurs a wondrous tale,

Carried afar over fields, hills, and dale. 

I love those poems, Guess and BumbleBuddy! And Guess, your poems are NOT bad. They are amazing works of art, stunning. Also, are you Shadow Dragon, Guess Me? Here is one of the ones I created while camping:

Finally Home 

Glistening down

The moon lights her face

Creating a pathway

Home

A mother the child

Never knew

Missing home

She followed the moon

To places unknown

Path of moonbeams

Slight stepping stones

As clouds form

Swirling, stirring

Flakes of frozen raindrops

Upon the girls face

The moon leads her home

Edge of a quiet house

Under light and wall

The girl sits peacefully

A smile upon her face

The moon watching

Over her silent body

Whoa, Ashlee and Guess, that is some good poetry.

Moonlit Night

Moonlight

Pure

And 

Enchanting

Turing the coarse

Moorland grass

Silver 

Unnamed

High in the sky, the moon shines bright,

Adding magic to this warm summer night. 

Fireflies dance to the cricket's sweet songs,

And the stars twinkle brightly all night long.

Okay... I can't think of anything else. Bye!