Poems are as peaceful as the swaying of a tree
And as violent as the churning sea
They describe everything
From snow melting when it hits a lake
To a little girl baking a birthday cake
~I know this poem isn't good so feel free to rip it apart and burn the pieces~
~This second one is now edited. I am not sure if it sounds better.~
Swinging
up-
down
up-
down-
up-
Close your eyes as you hang suspended in the air
In a world of blue
Pumping your legs
You could swing forever always in the sky but no,
Up-
down
up-
down
up-
JUMP
~I like this poem better, but still feel free to do what you must.~
A. S.
