Poems from gamer23
He never gets tired of taking a deep breath
And sinking in that warm spring air
Smelling of morning dew and newly fallen rain.
He...
He dreams of yellow eyes
Watching him in the night
Surrounded by darkness.
He cannot shoo them away
Or bribe them with food
Before he...
The flowers grow
But I could care less.
The birds are chirping again.
But their sound is not music to my ears.
The deer are out of...
Roaring above the blooming trees
yells at the animals around him.
He hasn’t heard this sound before,
And he’s second guessing every step...
Rain falls on a February morning
Freezing into spears before it hits the ground.
He dodges the drops among the trees
As if he’s playing a...