my knight wears midnight armor,
and rides a coal black steed,
his eyes are all that’s shining
when he sweeps me off my feet.
my mother shakes her head and says,
‘this is not what good girls do,’
but we will smile, just riding on,
because no love is true.
RHYMES, HOW DO THEY WORK?
usually, they don't.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
2 comments:
I love rhyming! :-D True and Do rhyme....
Wow Gen! I think this goes on my list of favorite poems of yours. It's short and sweet but gives a new perspective on an old idea. <3
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