Poems from E2xla
The Jewel of the night sky,
the pearl, the moon,
the teardrop in my eye,
the pearl, the moon,
one look just makes me cry,
the pearl, the...
Great wide teeth, tear off a piece,
Rip me to shreds, loosin’ their heads,
Wantin' to drown, wanna be dead,
Still hear the sound, wow it...
The Black Death was a sad little boy. He'd no friends, no family, or neighbours. He met with rats, they liked him lots, their hearts sure...
*This is a poem based on the black plague that spread through Europe in the mid-14th century. It started in Dorset and spread throughout...
Death is a veil of beautiful darkness. It moves and changes. Painful but soft, lovely but not.
Death is a song, a tune, melody. I sing to...