The artist Out and about on a cool autumn day, Mingling with the flowers, the artist comes out to play. Painting their pictures, preserving their leaves, For when winter blows in, everything will freeze. The trees leaves have fallen, but in her branches there's beauty still, For the artists paintings have captured, the frost that clings with will. Winter has passed, and spring has settled in, The buds of the flowers, make the artist grin. Summer time had come at last, the kids are out to play, The artist paints them, climbing trees, on that happy day. Years have passed now, and it's autum once again, The artist has finally captured, her long, lost, friend. She is invisible, but not that hard to find, She leaves you cool and confortable, especially in summer time. In autumn the leaves are tossed around, by her when she plays games, And if you manage to catch her, she's impossible to tame. In winter she blows the snow around, and round and round and round, Until at last it settles, on the icy ground. She bends the flowers, and bows the grass, When at last spring comes to pass. The wind is my imagination, and nothing can stop me now, For I soar with the wind, in the clouds, and nothing will make me come down.
Writing poems isn't easy I need insparation, there is a poem I recite from the hunger games that inspires me, but still, it can take an hour+ to finish a poem, but I WILL try arimay!
Lol. All u have to do, is put ur feelings in it. If u don't feel emotion in ur poems, then it's just words. Put a reason behind ur words so each poem tells a short story.