When the flowers bloom,
After the midnight moon.
There goes the gloom,
Taking over every room.
When the people go outside,
And the smiles spread worldwide.
What do they want to do today,
They cannot decide.
When the sun finally starts to set,
They go home,
And the tiredness they forget.
Slowly starting to fall asleep,
going into their dreams deep.
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Author:
zaynbc (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was my first poem, I was bored and my mind was wondering off to nowhere. So i took my pen and wanted to try something new.
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
It’s a nice start to perhaps a new hobby. I find jotting down my thought is cathartic and I encourage you continue, write write and lock it up in secret w a key, or disperse and share fir all to see.
Thank you! Im looking forward to writing more poems.
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