his eyes were a mix of green and blue
shining like the ocean
but rough
like the wild.
he stood there
conforming his body
reminding me of a fierce lion
standing on it's hind legs.
and there he stood
his tan skin glowing
against the dark night around us
he seemed so brave
not afraid
to jump off world's end.
yet when he came closer
he became scared and weak
and as I came closer
I felt understanding and fierce
though my heart was shivering.
we finished our
words. leaving
the conversation to be
left in the night air
i stood there
as his footsteps echoed
hoping for more.
but there was
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
this is a free-verse i wrote. im right now 15 and have been writing poems as a child
please, opinions would be very appreciated
harsh criticism is welcomed also
thanks
2007-09-20
15:39:22
·
4 answers
·
asked by
Anonymous
in
Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
and also, im using lucille clifton's writing technique.
very simplistic, no commas, or capitalization
2007-09-20
15:46:13 ·
update #1