Just my poetry

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Just my poetry

Okay this is my first one:

MURDER
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Crimson tears fall silently to the ground
A silver moon casts shadows on the walls
The air grows stiff as there ceases to be sound
Only a 'thud' is heard as a lone figure falls.

The moon reveals all that happens in the dead of night
It sees a dark figure run from the house and out of sight.

A motionless figure lies on the floor
It's crimson tears flow like a river through the night
The moon refuses to gaze upon such a scene any more
So it quietly leaves and brings the sun, who brings the light.

As the sun illuminates the room, it finds only dread,
For through the night, an innocent girl lies dead...

whoa, depressing and a great poem.

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Yeah I found that my best poems are usually depressing! lol Thanks!

lol. 🙂

damn, awesome poem. really depressing, and well written lol, id love to hear more.

Thank you! 😄 And here's another...It has to do with wolves and them being hunting.

A Wolf's Life
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Running fast through the cold winter night,
The air is filled with only with fright.
Glance quickly up at the stars and pray,
Pray that you will live to see another day.

Angry voices ring out and come charging at you,
Your mind freezes; you don’t know what to do.
Breathing becomes hard and you’re beginning to tire,
As you look back you see your home and land on fire.

Despite your injuries you continue to run,
You wounds are deep and your body is numb.
The voices get closer and you shut your eyes tight,
Hoping, praying that you’ll see the sun’s light.

You see figures behind you and you let out a desperate howl,
But your friends are dead, and the scents in the air are foul.
They came without warning and destroyed everything in sight,
They killed your family and friends and chase you through the night.

You can’t hide; your tracks are in the snow,
There is no way you can beat this foe.
You’re all alone and about to die,
You envy the bird, which can fly so high.

As you run on a loud ‘BANG’ fills the air,
You hit the ground and on your face, an icy stare.
Your breathing turns faint as the figures gather around,
It’s now too late; you’ve been found.

You think to yourself, “I’m definitely dead…”
Blood rolls down your face and all you can see is red.
So you close your eyes and let your spirit fly away,
Watch over the few who have lived on to another day.

Although you’re gone, you’ll never forget this horrible day,
Be wary of these creatures that will always invade.
Protect your own and hope they live long,
So for years to come, the air will be filled with their wonderful song.

oh wow, i got chills from that poem. im really tearing up here cuz u just wrote that so beautifully it was very easy to imgine. but i could never go hunting, i love animals, and i can see u do to. but wolves are one of my fav animals, them and lions lmao. really beautiful poem 🙂

wow, that was .......beautiful. cry

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Thanks! I love animals especially wolves so I like writing poems about them 🙂 Even though it is a sad one 🙁

yea, wolves are pretty awesome. 🙂

Shockingly amazing. You write so beautifully. I await in hopeful anticipation for you next work. Truly, truly wonderful poetry. thumbsup