So the past week I composed a couple of not-so poems but short rhyming compositions.
If anything doesn't make sense feel free to Email me and I'll try to reply as soon as possible.
Here they are:-
1.What?
The mirrors crack,
his shoes are wack.
People cry,
Children say hi.
He has one,
he has none.
The 'what?' is not anything,
But you feel it in Everything.
2.The Backrank
The White King looms,
the black king is entombed.
The monarch marches forward valiantly,
Black shakes his crown vehemently.
The King is Dead.
The board is kept away,
the players are led astray.
Black and White finally unite,
under the guise of a facsimile night.
(I have more but I want to know your feedback first before I post the rest)
Poetry
