The river flowed with bountiful bliss,
Till it dried up, none left for rocks to kiss.
Life sucked out by thirsty, screaming in desire.
It emptied the flow of bright crimson water,
The murdered weeping because of the slaughter.
All the mourning dressed in black that day,
In her polished coffin, restless she lay.
Her crystal eyes screamed out in a cry of pain,
Thoughts of what the murder thought to gain.
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Blood had stained the carpet floor,
A wonderful life was no more.
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Loving the darkness here, you wield it well...
I understand from the other comments that this may not normally be your genre, but hey, you've got to experiment to find what you like writing...
I'm not gonna go all Darth Vader & say 'come over to the Dark Side' but you do defo have a flair for it...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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This was not practice for darkness, but for expressiveness and word pictures. It helped, but it made me shiver.
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Forever Gone
this is a VERY sad poem. it's kinda depressing, lol, but i'm not saying it's a bad poem, because it's a good one!!! keep it up!!! -slick99 -
heart pulling and shockingly sad
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Hmmmm. Not really you Julia. It's a depressing poem. What made you write it?
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