Tigi

Oh life so dull of thought, A treasure is no jewel. In stars it twinkels like the day, A forest has no thorns. He told of days memory does not ...

When will dark come to an end, light will shine and shadows bend? When shall hate be no more, close the blinds and shut the door? When can lovers meet ...

In twisted words, like a rose, With a scent so sweet but a thorn, It moulds itself in the darkest care, With a purpose no light of stars. It blackens ...

This is a really moving poem, my Gran had a dog called Bonnie so it is a subject close to my heart. Liked the repetition. Tigi x

Found it! WHEN the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag in the Priory coomb, And we feather'd his ...

I rather like the poem "The runnable stag" I like the rythum in it and the way that it flows and you feel as though you are there with the ...

Hello, I am Tigi, I am 16, although I do not act it! And I have an unhealthy obsession with writing poety during class, particularly Classical civilisation, so though that ...