Poem
Well... I wrote a poem last night. It's really different to what I usually write in content and structure, so any criticism would be welcome. I personally dislike the third staza.
Come!
Come! Come with me!
To the beach by the sea,
Where the water's azure in the sun's light by day
But crystal by night under moon's gentle light,
And we'll smile! And we'll play!
Come! Come with me!
To the beach, full of glee,
And the sun will smile and the sand will blink,
Gold will touch gold and wash away troubles old,
And we'll frolic and laugh and our spirits wont sink!
Come! Come with me!
To the beach by the tree,
That tall and proud date-bearer, he'll be our king
With flow'ring shrubs for advice, and they all will be wise,
And they'll dance in the wind, and we'll dance! And we'll sing!
Come! Come with me!
To the beach of the free,
Where we'll skip and whoop and splash in the sea,
And we'll have joy in being, and we'll be!
Yes! We'll be! Oh we'll be! How we'll be!
Come! Open your eyes!
Forget dreamy night lies.
Open your eyes and see the world: How it's dull, how it's grey.
Get up, face this day, you know it wont go away,
We've nothing to hope and we've nothing to say.
Come!
Come! Come with me!
To the beach by the sea,
Where the water's azure in the sun's light by day
But crystal by night under moon's gentle light,
And we'll smile! And we'll play!
Come! Come with me!
To the beach, full of glee,
And the sun will smile and the sand will blink,
Gold will touch gold and wash away troubles old,
And we'll frolic and laugh and our spirits wont sink!
Come! Come with me!
To the beach by the tree,
That tall and proud date-bearer, he'll be our king
With flow'ring shrubs for advice, and they all will be wise,
And they'll dance in the wind, and we'll dance! And we'll sing!
Come! Come with me!
To the beach of the free,
Where we'll skip and whoop and splash in the sea,
And we'll have joy in being, and we'll be!
Yes! We'll be! Oh we'll be! How we'll be!
Come! Open your eyes!
Forget dreamy night lies.
Open your eyes and see the world: How it's dull, how it's grey.
Get up, face this day, you know it wont go away,
We've nothing to hope and we've nothing to say.