I need a poem that flows like rivers wild
Choose perfect words that match each one in line
I tap my feet until the sound is right
And in the end I'll call this stanza mine
Now that I got the first one off my chest
I struggle with this stanza number two
My muse has left and told me to my face
"A perfect rhyme is just too much for you
You write a language that's not even yours
And miracles don't happen every day"
I said "I know, but still I want to try
So off you go, I'll write in my own way"
And here I am, but perfect I am not
Right from my heart, because that's all I've got
Ode to Winter
When Autumn ends his glorious colour bright
And all the leaves have fallen to the ground
While trees are bending naked in moon's light
The song of Winter makes a tinkling sound
All shades are dimmed to white and greyish blue
And hail will struck the fruits still in their sleep
The soil is bare where once the poppies grew
While weeping willows just can't stop to weep
And suddenly the world has disappeared
In layers of a blanket cotton like
The gutters seem to've grown an icy beard
From darkened clouds the lightening will strike
In the serenity of Winter's cold
Green shades of Spring awaken to unfold
Honorable mention
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