Odd Shapes | I no longer step on puddles

Odd Shapes | I no longer step on puddles

A Poem by Winter

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Heading home through dark shadowed trees
Odd shapes
Hounding loose amidst the far away glimpses
The daily routine each day seems more menacing
Each day more strangely haunting
Of once astounding flowers I sense daunting horrors

I no longer step on puddles
On fear of the monsters that below may hide




© 2017 Winter



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Although your poem is short you convey so much. It is true that everyday life can become a menace, especially as we grow older and the path we were on so steadily can become unsettled. That is why we all must enjoy every day (if we can) as one day we may have no choice but to face the haunted.

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Hello my name is Smurf. And I like the color Apple. I love poems that make me think up large math sums in my head. This math problem really took a long time to solve however. Next time take an easy on me and try writing a softer poem. Thank you.

Posted 5 Months Ago


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The mundane seems to sprout gloom and darkness that come alive in this haunting poem. The mind creates monsters and ruminations of what might or could be if left to the suggestions of the mind.


Did you mean below may hide?

Posted 6 Months Ago


Winter

6 Months Ago

I did! Thanks, I hadn't noticed it

Also your description is perhaps the perfect one, .. read more
Winter

6 Months Ago

maybe^, could mean something else, if it means something
my favorite line is "of once astounding flowers I sense daunting horrors"

Posted 9 Months Ago



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