An Evening Night

How do I run so far away

to never again see decay?

Once and twice your words do touch.

Once and thrice your words I clutch. 

From open air, blue knit sky,

to wandering birds singing why.

The purple evening petals bloom;

my heart, still red, revels doom.

An empty page looks to bare

the words I write, so often rare.

But rare they come

to scarcely chase, to bravely run,

for pen and page do truly rue

all the words I wrote to you. 

Reviews

[Crazy Cat Man]

beautiful and poetic :)

[kayla]

Wow. This is absolutely beautiful. The rhyming is amazing.

[Erika Jones]

I loved this poem, though I am jealous of your ability and talent to rhyme like that! :( I find it hard to rhyme every two lines or so ... gets complicated and looks forced when I try.

... And now that I'm thinking about it, this looks like the perfect poem to be tattoo'd on someone in fancy lettering xD!

[Olive Belikov]

haha i used to think it was really hard to rhyme too and it took me forever to get the hang of it, though I guess i did eventually ;) so keep trying, I know you'll get there too!
and yeah I guess i can kinda see that as well, the whole tattoo thing. though i don't think i'd get one so long ;D thank you for the review ms.jones! haha

[Erika Jones]

Your very welcome Ms. Belikov