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)