Poems from Poetry345
My life before was perfect,
I was to young to wonder why.
I was to young to charish life,
Before I said goodbye.
Goodbye to all the...
Swirling dissaray
The light brown and dark brown of
wood. Lines, rings, patterns.
(A Haiku)
I wake up to see
The sun staring back at me.
Beautiful colors.
(A Haiku)
The river flowing.
The sound of it on it's way.
Fish tagging along.
(A Haiku)
The tall, grand tree stares
Down at me. I clim and climb
Up twisted branches.
(A Haiku)