This is my third attempt of a non rhyming poem.
Thanks for the answers
Summer Sold
I sat on a chair to watch my Sunday sink,
It went down with the passing sun,
I tried to catch my final speech sprout,
But it vanished with whispers gone,
Once I had a diary,
But the pages eroded like dusty clay,
For what is left is unmoulded,
Trapped shapeless,
Dried to fall, flutter and fade away.
When autumn came she stole my summer song,
Selling it to a winter yet to come.
You were my tree before it fell bare,
My laugh before my tears penetrated fears,
A mountain I ran down just for fun,
When the evening was cold you covered me strong.
Now all that is left are endless seasons,
Months that grows longer by year.
Did you not know you were my wild tulip?
Petals that were always destined to fall.
I could have looked at you for hours,
But life is a clock that only moves forward.
By Crazygirl
I said it did not rhyme in the question
Thanks for the answers
Summer Sold
I sat on a chair to watch my Sunday sink,
It went down with the passing sun,
I tried to catch my final speech sprout,
But it vanished with whispers gone,
Once I had a diary,
But the pages eroded like dusty clay,
For what is left is unmoulded,
Trapped shapeless,
Dried to fall, flutter and fade away.
When autumn came she stole my summer song,
Selling it to a winter yet to come.
You were my tree before it fell bare,
My laugh before my tears penetrated fears,
A mountain I ran down just for fun,
When the evening was cold you covered me strong.
Now all that is left are endless seasons,
Months that grows longer by year.
Did you not know you were my wild tulip?
Petals that were always destined to fall.
I could have looked at you for hours,
But life is a clock that only moves forward.
By Crazygirl
I said it did not rhyme in the question