A poem it is for people

HOLLISTER GUY

This evening the sky is violent
The night of changes is upon us
As the bleeding sunset lingers
Darkness creeps in
Soon we shall see moonbeams
Exotic patterns
Shadows thrive in darkness
As if they need no light to live
All the plants are dead
The creatures are dying
A distant melody makes it real
Reality though is changing
The night of changes is upon us
The sky is violent tonight.

StephenPBarrett

Wrong section acolyte.

HOLLISTER GUY

I'm sure this is the correct section. Thanks for your concern though.

HOLLISTER GUY

well, moderators, why don't you move it for me if I'm so feeble and unknowing.

HOLLISTER GUY

Ok then we are on a level playing field it seems. Therefore my thread belongs right here where it already is.

Spiff

LOL. <- My contribution.

WAN

strangely I love writing poems but hate reading someone else' poems

LSA King

HOLLISTER GUY wrote: »

I'm sure this is the correct section. Thanks for your concern though.

He was referring to the Trash Can.