Lil_Pau

Black Widow Black widow hiding beneath the twilight of her room. Spinning her web of deceit, she utters a silent laugh, echoing in the darkest corners of the day. She ...

Broken Glass Broken glass, Whisper your stories. Melt the tears Of cold, dead hearts. Broken glass Litter the night sky. Hands of crying souls Battering onto doors Guarded by Death. ...

Silent Life In the deep, lonely forest, the birds sing their solemn serenade. A string of wind blows, heaving a burden of stories. The aura of evening approaches, comforting a ...

I like this one, it has some imagery, but I think it would be better if you've used some metaphors. Anyway, keep up the work. :D (Don't really trust what ...

Thanks (to all who reviewed my work!) :D :D

The Prisoner He sits in his lonely cell, Isolated within stone walls. Passing years stole his youth, Rats nibbled his strength away. He tries to reach the sky But is ...

Unliminality Striding in the space of fantasies, Listening to the years that pass In our lively ears. Breathing into an unlimited world, I let my fingers touch the light air. ...

New Day Setting sunlight, trapped in the eye of the past, only to rise again on the new dawn. Farewell To golden, meaningful times and to situations of the dark. ...

Lonely Child Her eye peeks out Amidst a cloud of ashen faces. She gazes at the distant battlefield That tore her warm home apart. Cradling her mother's motionless arm, She ...

Penguins of Antartica Penguin of North Antartica Wanted to see his mama. He packed his bag, rode on a sled And waved goodbye to his friends. Penguin of South Antartica ...

A Day's Diamond A rising light glints at the horizon. Somehow I know, this day will never end. Somewhere, in the middle of a distant hailstorm, Touching the burning wind. ...

Hmm...I think you've done a good job, but the last paragraph is a little confusing... :| for me. I like your use of words. Keep writing! :)

O...OK then. I'll take your advice. Thanks for commenting, anyway! :)

Secrets of the Sun A globe of fire belts out its fury, Skipping along the traces left by the world. As time flies away in a fleet of bubbles, The ...

Thanks! :D When I wrote this poem, it was almost midnight and I was getting sleepy. So I looked outside, it was cloudy and I kinda got the inspiration from ...