I don't think I've ever posted on this thread, but I love the poems on it. Everyone is so talented and the poems are all so wonderful to read.

Ridges of milk rind

cluttering the sky,

Tired feather down

fluttering by;

Wisps and ripples

like snowy sand,

Curling dragons

swirling over the land;

Puffs and dabs

on canvass blue,

strokes of dull pearl

shining through;

Cloud of crystals,

layers of off-gray

That’ll soon pass,

though they wish to stay. 

The world may come crashing

Down around us,

The seas may engulf all land,

Just to drown us, 

A land full of confusion, pain

And myths slewn too soon;

Yet regret is a word I'll admit

I never knew;

Tell your story, full of anguish 

And sorrows, and joy,

To me this life is but an 

Elaborate ploy,

A witty play,

An act,

That is all.

And we're simply puppets,

Unwitting actors,

So invested in our storyline

We forget it is but

a long-term Masquerade,

All of it being little more than a

Poorly(?) constructed, dark charade.

And as for my thoughts, I'll have to admit,

There's nothing more,

That is all.

I haven't written very many poems before, so I would love critique.

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It rains sometimes

and the drops of water

fall straight to the ground,

hatching on a smooth

landscape

and standing out there

rain drops sliding down my cheeks

like tears,

joyful tears

or maybe sad

like when you laugh

and cry

at the same time

and no one can tell what your

feeling

and sometimes you don't even

know

yourself

It rains sometimes

and the drops of water

fall straight to the ground,

hatching on a smooth

landscape

@Jaybells, your poems are so beautiful and always have an interesting meaning that makes me think

@Hawthorne, I love the way you portrayed all the feelings of rain, I love the repetition.

Ghosts

Cemeteries

They pass on the 

Smudged glass of

A car window, 

With tired eyes,

A fresh mind

that was enchanted, by 

An oak tree

With twisting branches, reaching  up

Slowly, ever so

Slowly

To the sky. 

But oh, it was almost too much to bear

When you must

Leave it all behind

And pretend you forgot

About the deer

That caught you looking

And stared back with those eyes

Black, so black

and shiny. 

Then darted away 

A beast so powerful, yet

So vulnerable

Like us.

I sat, gingerly

By that crumbling gravestone

With a name long forgotten

But I did not forget

And I am not afraid

Of ghosts.

I can never get across a meaning in a short poem! And I can never stick to a consistent rhythm! Any tips/feedback would be helpful. 

I especially love your last stanza!

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