I'm new, but I've lurked for awhile. I don't know if I missed it, but I don't recall people talking aboot poetry here. It seems like the people on here would like poetry, so I am making a topic where we can talk about it.
Here is a poem I thought of when I woke up this morning. It was weird it was all right in my head, I hardly had to think about it.
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.
The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
The animals sleep
While cold North wind blows.
The snowflakes are falling,
The roof a white blanket.
There's ice on the window pane,
She waits alone.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Her children are sleeping,
She waits in their home.
Passing the time.
Passing the time.
Everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time.
It is a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveller
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
There's ice on the window,
She's lonely alone.
Poetry
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