With the falling of the snow comes silent blanket of white powder that brings a certain joy. Snow flakes land in my hand only to melt away. The free falling of the flakes takes up my whole vision. My footprints quickly fade away.
With life and death in every breath than waste not the moment.
With the falling of the snow comes silent blanket of white powder that brings a certain joy.
Snow flakes land in my hand only to melt away.
The free falling of the flakes takes up my whole vision.
My footprints quickly fade away.
Make sure you space and enter right. If you don't it makes it look like a blob almost.
It's very short or is my computer not working. I would if it is just short add another poem to it. Or if it is my computer with I have no idea i it is or not then I have no idea.
*shrugs and walks away.*
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
This reminds me of an expanded haiku ^_^ If you're going to go with something so short, though, make sure that every word really matters. For example, in the first sentence, you might want to go in a different direction than "blanket" since that is the only way large quantities of snow are usually described. Maybe concentrate on the actual flakes rather than whole quantities of snow. On that note, look at how many times "snow flakes" or "flakes" are used; once each in the second and third sentence. Pronouns like "it" for one of these will help the sentences connect better, so it's not like starting new each time there's a period. I like the last sentence as the last sentence ^_^
shadowsoldier wrote:With the falling of the snow comes silent blanket of white powder that brings a certain joy. Snow flakes land in my hand only to melt away. The free falling of the flakes takes up my whole vision. My footprints quickly fade away.
Better spaced out now. I like it, it's strong and rather beautiful, sorry I can't say more. Overall: This earns a star.
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]