Basically intimate poems mean poems with strong feeling. Its like telling someone how you really feel but your to scared to tell them to their face. Here's mine!!!!
Dear Winter,
Why do you destroy what was once so beautiful?
The browns, the yellows, the reds and colors of my soul.
You come in so cold,
and destroy autumns colors that were once so bold.
Like as if you have no heart,
To just do that and make life go back to the start.
The pristine white blanket you cover everything with,
turning all that was there before into a myth.
When the green season comes again,
New life of plants and animals will sprout once again.
As every year this happens in a cycle,
Once more the winter will come and freeze this place into an icicle.
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3 comments:
You have the unusual ability to rhyme and still make sense.
wow, thx
cool poem. i like the colors.=P
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