Young Writers Society

This poem is really something.
Thank you for relaxing my poor bloodshot eyes with a calm, relaxing piece of poetry. This is most definitely lyrical.

writingjoy wrote:It said: Watch the open blue sky laugh
wait until clear white tears come falling
from the enormous puffy, milky clouds
It is all stuffed by nature’s two hands

writingjoy wrote:Feel the icy tears drop on your face

(Holy cow) Gee; thanks Snoink! I see your point there, and it makes a lot of sense. I'll watch out for my use of adjectives the next time I write a poem. Thanks for helping me out!

Oh, and thanks (again) for the poll suggestion.

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Joy

Hey Joy! I did tell you I would look at your stuff? No?

I want to point out something to you! Look how many adjectives you have!

A satisfied sigh is all I want
from cool whispers of the wind whisking
upon the calm lush leaves of a tree
that’s blushing itself a lively green

It is telling me you’ve got to calm
take a deep breath and lie on the hill
shaped of mere dirt carved into a lump
It is all made by nature’s two hands

It's telling me: climb that stately tree
and feel that cool whisper of the wind
join those velvety, flickering leaves
It is all made by nature’s two hands

It said: Watch the open blue sky laugh
wait until clear white tears come falling
from the enormous puffy, milky clouds
It is all stuffed by nature’s two hands

Race across the field where green grass grow
feel the sprouting tenderness stroke the
souls of your delicate prance of feet
It's all tended by nature's two hands

Feel the icy tears drop on your face
from a journey miles from the sky
feel all that glorious, radiant
work all crafted by nature's two hands

A satisfied sigh is all I want
from cool whispers of the wind whisking
upon the calm lush leaves of a tree
that’s blushing itself a lively green

A sigh is all I want
from whispers of the wind whisking
upon the leaves of a tree
that’s blushing itself a green

It is telling me you’ve got to calm
take a breath and lie on the hill
shaped of dirt carved into a lump
It is all made by nature’s two hands

It's telling me: climb that tree
and feel that whisper of the wind
join those leaves
It is all made by nature’s two hands

It said: Watch the sky laugh
wait until tears come falling
from the clouds
It is all stuffed by nature’s two hands

Race across the field where grass grow
feel the sprouting tenderness stroke the
souls of your prance of feet
It's all tended by nature's two hands

Feel the tears drop on your face
from a journey miles from the sky
feel all that
work all crafted by nature's two hands

A sigh is all I want
from whispers of the wind whisking
upon the leaves of a tree
that’s blushing itself a green