Todays poem

[calleharnemark]

Nice one.

[calleharnemark]

The sky is clear blue.
It's not like it's going to storm.
The weather signs are true.
Calm weather is the norm.

The grass is green.
Everything is in bloom.
More plants and animals have been seen.
I will just take and sweep my door out with my broom.

[calleharnemark]

We are ready for war.
We are not afraid to lose.
Enemies near and far.
We just let ourselves loose.

It will all feel good.'
We go down deeper for each shot.
The enemies burnt our supplies of food.
But this battle is really hot.

[calleharnemark]

Today is a day of war.
Your fleets will sink.
We will burn every town and every bar.
The drunkards will not get a single drink.

We would drop in bombs and reinforcements from the sky.
Nobody will be without harm.
You will just stand there defenseless and die.
Our troops will come in an endless swarm.

[calleharnemark]

Every day I take my time.
I try to put weight on every word.
Finding verse and rhyme.
My pen is my sword.

I read every verse.
I create with my pen.
Every day a new poem inside my head lures.
I try to be creative in my den.

[calleharnemark]

Are you afraid to die?
Are you scared?
Is your life a lie?
Have you seen again what you once feared?

Do you wander silent in the dark?
Are you the prey in a deadly hunt?
Do you fear when wolves and wild dogs bark?
Will you killed hearing nothing more than a grunt?

[calleharnemark]

The whole world is black.
The creatures of the dark is ready to strike.
The night always comes back.
Nobody knows what their true nature is like.

They come from forests, caves and the sky.
Some of these monsters came invading when they fly.
If you see them you know you will die.
Whenever they are people cry.

[infected]

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

[calleharnemark]

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

That is beautiful and sad. Nice.

[Vortex_Master]

Very beautiful.