Mist envelopes
What looked like woods
Dew rolls off
A green, leafy-hood
I know these woods
Like nobody else
They remind me
Of the story it tells
Of mist rolling in
Of the dew rolling off
Of the breeze running through
A luminescent drop-off
A quick top-view
Of the past, present, future
Doesn’t it speak to you
The cold, wispy rumor?
Mist envelopes
What used to be person
Enchanted woods
Don’t make this worsen
Give us reasoning, ancient good
Dew puddles up
The clouds on us do spit
As we search for your soul
It’s taken you, hasn’t it?
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Author:
Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 3rd, 2019 22:19
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is my nature side coming out. I love hiking and just the woods in general. The trees and moss and trails... It's all so poetical. One of the most poetical things, in my opinion. So, I decided I would write a poem about some woods with my usual dark twist on it. I hope you enjoy reading it :)
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
A fine write Tom. I'm only going to unenchanted woods!
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