Floating clouds are all around, that gives the air of dreaming.
Tomorrow’s poem I will write starts to stir in my head,
Rhyme this; rhyme that, I turn to hear someone screaming.
Ahead there is a road, behind me is unknown and I dread.
Tomorrow’s poem I will write starts to stir in my head,
Then I think in my head, something is wrong; I need to get out
Ahead there is a road, behind me is unknown and I dread.
Lurking in shadows a figure is dark, I try to scream or shout.
Then I think in my head, something is wrong; I need to get out
I try to calm down with the danger around, to think what to do.
Lurking in shadows a figure is dark, I try to scream or shout.
Sudden and swift the colors shift and everything goes askew.
I try to calm down with the danger around, to think what to do.
Rhyme this; rhyme that, I turn to hear someone screaming.
Sudden and swift the colors shift and everything goes askew.
Floating clouds are all around, that gives the air of dreaming. |
Poem Style – Pantoum / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen
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About Ladykathleen
I am a Website Designer, but I love to write for fun. My passion is writing poerty as well as other things. I hope you have enjoyed my poems. And perchance there was one that made you smile or made you think, well then my job is done. I also have tryed my hand at writing a book, well more a fable, and instead of publishing through normal channels I have decided to give a copy to anyone that donates to help run my sites, You can find out more about this in the side panel of this blog. Thank you again for visiting.
