I cannot be the only one
Hiding here, from the sun
Midnight falls, I'm still alone
Sitting on the cobblestone
The wind brushes through
The led pushes down
Back towards the edge
Hoping I would drown
The dim light falls from up above
Reminding me of the things I love
The art piece screams of incomplete
The midnight prowl, beyond retreat
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Author:
Snazaroonies (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2018 17:58
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was one of my first quite proud of it i would like criticism!! Thanks!!
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Welcome to MPS "V" (Snazaroonies is a great name) Thanks for sharing your first Poem ~ Midnight Prowl ~ Well written with a good Rhythm & Rhyme. Love the brashness of "Sitting on the Cobblestones @ Midnight ~ did it often when I was a TEEN ! I too felt I could drown in the Wind ! When it got too dark to think I went home and my Mum had always left me a Flask of cocoa and a cake ! Your Poem brought back memories. I share this site with my Fiancee Angela who is working in Auckland (NZ) til next September so I to am alone ! MPS works by reading & commenting on each others Poems (more please !) Yours BRIAN Please check our site ~ Thanks B & A.
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