dark dreams
Active member
hey guys i wrote this poem some years ago and i think i should show it
its not that so much good but i would like to know your opinions also it has many mistakes
Tough winter is gone after giving a lot of chills
Spring is on its way through the icy hills.
Everything ends right here pains are gone lessons are learnt.
With spring peeking through our backs now it’s our turn.
The withered hearts are ready to bloom again
Into much beautiful flowers with an experience of pain
The flowers with bright colors
That snow of white color
We will decorate on our blooming meadows
The sunshine falling on our frozen faces
Will melt the ice and illuminate our minds
But never will we forget those lessons of life
The tough winter gifted us in its time.
Going through all these seasons
We will be able to bloom even in winter with special reasons
We are the flowers of all seasons
Nothing can stop us from blooming
Never will we wither again
That’s a promise to the winter’s pains
Next time it will be our turn
To show you how much we have learnt
Then maybe in winter too we will be able to fly
Beneath that bright blue sky.
We will be waiting for that tough winter
No more fogs can blind us
We are used to them
Now I can finally say winter is the best
Then maybe winter will learn lessons from us
I believe that its winter not spring
That blooms us into flowers
The flowers that will never wither
Are the flowers of winter.
Because nothing is learnt from happiness
We are able to grow because of sadness
I will keep loving winter and will say this winter was the best
Let’s face next and see what gift that will bring us
by dark dreams
its not that so much good but i would like to know your opinions also it has many mistakes
Tough winter is gone after giving a lot of chills
Spring is on its way through the icy hills.
Everything ends right here pains are gone lessons are learnt.
With spring peeking through our backs now it’s our turn.
The withered hearts are ready to bloom again
Into much beautiful flowers with an experience of pain
The flowers with bright colors
That snow of white color
We will decorate on our blooming meadows
The sunshine falling on our frozen faces
Will melt the ice and illuminate our minds
But never will we forget those lessons of life
The tough winter gifted us in its time.
Going through all these seasons
We will be able to bloom even in winter with special reasons
We are the flowers of all seasons
Nothing can stop us from blooming
Never will we wither again
That’s a promise to the winter’s pains
Next time it will be our turn
To show you how much we have learnt
Then maybe in winter too we will be able to fly
Beneath that bright blue sky.
We will be waiting for that tough winter
No more fogs can blind us
We are used to them
Now I can finally say winter is the best
Then maybe winter will learn lessons from us
I believe that its winter not spring
That blooms us into flowers
The flowers that will never wither
Are the flowers of winter.
Because nothing is learnt from happiness
We are able to grow because of sadness
I will keep loving winter and will say this winter was the best
Let’s face next and see what gift that will bring us
by dark dreams
