Two Poems...or something I wrote...
PANORAMIC LIGHTS
A blazing fire illuminated the morning sky.
With bright lights of Red,
a fierce Orange,
and a shine of Yellow.
The fire does not last for long,
for here comes the fresh and coolness of Blue.
A mere touch to the fire sends
the hot Red and firey Orange in a heat of passion.
Up in smoke to create the puffy balls of gray and white.
The Yellow laughs to see such hopeless romantics go up in smoke,
for she can not see what they see in Blue.
But Blue can not hold back from her,
for his love for her is true.
He whispers to her and creates his lovely breeze,
that takes her in and she embraces him.
They share the sky together
to show everyone their love for one another every day.
Soon enough it was time to be wed.
They invited the soft shades of pink,
with a light glow of orange.
A splash of purple,
and of course them,
a tint of blue and a shine of yellow.
It was a moment that no one would ever forget.
With his whispers
was a scent of freshness,
and with her tears
was a mist of happiness.
Everything cleared
and they made fireworks that night.
Their sparkles
glistened off thier bodies,
as two became one.
YOUR EYES
A small Dark hole is in its own essence.
It feels alone inside
but forgets about its outter natural beauty.
It's surrounded by a ring of fire
with its own shield
so that none can hurt it.
The shield is almost invisible to others
just like it wants to be,
the Protector of the Dark.
But surrounding that shield
a cool wave of grass brushes it softly,
to let it know it will be okay.
To come out and let your fire glow.
To show its beauty and radiance.
For the real protector
is this soft wave of grass.
Hypnotizing to the many colors
it has and may surpass.
All those colors
is what keeps the Dark sane.
A blazing fire illuminated the morning sky.
With bright lights of Red,
a fierce Orange,
and a shine of Yellow.
The fire does not last for long,
for here comes the fresh and coolness of Blue.
A mere touch to the fire sends
the hot Red and firey Orange in a heat of passion.
Up in smoke to create the puffy balls of gray and white.
The Yellow laughs to see such hopeless romantics go up in smoke,
for she can not see what they see in Blue.
But Blue can not hold back from her,
for his love for her is true.
He whispers to her and creates his lovely breeze,
that takes her in and she embraces him.
They share the sky together
to show everyone their love for one another every day.
Soon enough it was time to be wed.
They invited the soft shades of pink,
with a light glow of orange.
A splash of purple,
and of course them,
a tint of blue and a shine of yellow.
It was a moment that no one would ever forget.
With his whispers
was a scent of freshness,
and with her tears
was a mist of happiness.
Everything cleared
and they made fireworks that night.
Their sparkles
glistened off thier bodies,
as two became one.
YOUR EYES
A small Dark hole is in its own essence.
It feels alone inside
but forgets about its outter natural beauty.
It's surrounded by a ring of fire
with its own shield
so that none can hurt it.
The shield is almost invisible to others
just like it wants to be,
the Protector of the Dark.
But surrounding that shield
a cool wave of grass brushes it softly,
to let it know it will be okay.
To come out and let your fire glow.
To show its beauty and radiance.
For the real protector
is this soft wave of grass.
Hypnotizing to the many colors
it has and may surpass.
All those colors
is what keeps the Dark sane.