Writing With Rhythm

I am trying to have a greater focus on rhythm and meter in my poetry. Hope you enjoy it!

Yours Truly,

                 Poetofmidnight

 

Childhood Wind

My lollipop lips bounce off rays of sun.

They kiss the daisy scented grass and pine.

They sip the sky and taste blue summer fun.

 

My dark hair jumps through licorice rainbows,

And its silk ends race to a pot of gold.

Their colors change while seasonal winds blow.

 

Now my mouth brings dry cracks of smiles.

Such tragedy peering back in time.

Maybe I might thwart thoughts for some while.

 

Raining through memories in a squall,

Tires me till my legs are rough wood.

Greatness changes as leaves of the fall.

 

Do not dare let time blow far off.

Love now; kindle a passion soft.

 

Copyright to: Poetofmidnight

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~ by poetofmidnight on July 14, 2013.

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