Zach Attebery
New member
This is my first time creating a poem with lines -- better known as pauses.
The Soul Will Come again~
This frosty Christmas
Life will befall your door.
Frail, tired and weak
Came running a spirt of speachless love;
To pay you a vist the lord has sent,
This blizzard evening.
Ornaments shine with bliss
Flakes of purity fall
From the forst born sky;
Christmas is love --
Spirit guide our hearts --
And together we shall roam.
Resting tediously
Meeting the rest of the family
Shy and knelt in praise
Clawing our hearts; Silently --
As we laid in complete harmony.
As the morning dawned
She left as silently as she came
An assassin in the eerie midnight --
Perhaps to light another soul --
One long lost.
Some winter night,
Observe the love at your door
Her eyes will gleam yellow --
Her heart will ask to come in --
Listen to her domestic melody
Fore the spirit shall return --
One Christmas night.
What do you think of it?
This is my first poem over 20 lines, and with pauses.
The Soul Will Come again~
This frosty Christmas
Life will befall your door.
Frail, tired and weak
Came running a spirt of speachless love;
To pay you a vist the lord has sent,
This blizzard evening.
Ornaments shine with bliss
Flakes of purity fall
From the forst born sky;
Christmas is love --
Spirit guide our hearts --
And together we shall roam.
Resting tediously
Meeting the rest of the family
Shy and knelt in praise
Clawing our hearts; Silently --
As we laid in complete harmony.
As the morning dawned
She left as silently as she came
An assassin in the eerie midnight --
Perhaps to light another soul --
One long lost.
Some winter night,
Observe the love at your door
Her eyes will gleam yellow --
Her heart will ask to come in --
Listen to her domestic melody
Fore the spirit shall return --
One Christmas night.
What do you think of it?
This is my first poem over 20 lines, and with pauses.
