Title: Tiger Eyes
Tiger that crawl like fiery cats,
Eyes as black as ink,
Ears curving like petals,
Magnificent colours.
Coal black diving into
Spectacular sunset orange capturing
Unicorn snow white.
Every time I think of them,
A tiger growls in my head.
The end! I wrote that poem in grade 3 with a bit of editing from my English teacher.
Another poem that I wrote. I entered this one for a contest. It's called "Classic Black Keys":
The room is full of
clinking glass and chatter.
Hands start flying across white strings.
The room is silent as a
melancholy melody weaves itself through the air.
The end! Do you like my poetry? I tend to write stories more than poems nowadays but I was just wondering if maybe I could get somewhere with my poetry.
