Poetry - Fancy writing

[VIVIIXI]

Cycles

The wind, it cries
As Winter dies
Upon the Springtime blooms.
The seasons change
And rearrange
The furnishings in these colored rooms.
I see a secret
In your eyes
And all the world is still.
As time moves on,
The Summer sun
Rests on the windowsill.
Autumn sings
Her witch's song
And soon the winds return.
Before the Winter,
Harvest, child,
The lessons you have learned.

 

[Scumhook]

I like poems about Joshy Moon
His eyes always make me swoon
But unfortunately he's a dickhead

 

[Mr. Frank Einstein Ràtheo]

This was inspired by a few candles.

Gāwad and Prætor gathered ‘round the gourd
One melted ‘fore the glory of the deity’s form
While the other was struck in the face
With an utter abatement of grace
For the gourd caught flame
And death’s head changed
Yet the monster denied
That it burned

 

[Ughubughughughughughghlug]

I wrote a poem today about my youth


Every day
I look back and say
Holy shit
I was so gay