Author's Note: Hey you guys! I have a new genre of literature here! It's........POETRY!!! YAY!!!! (clap clap clap). I hope you guys enjoy reading my poetry for they all come naturally, honestly. I can't stop when I start writing. When a friend asks me how to write a specific form of poetry I say, "Sorry, it's just that I can't really explain it. Poetry is like art. It's whatever you want it to be, to me it just comes naturally. I can give you hints but I can't help you write one." So here it is my very first collection of poetry. It's going to be pretty long since I found out I had a knack for writing poetry. So, I hope you enjoy and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thanks!
-Kevjumbaphan
The Winter of Our Hearts.
I don't know how long it comes and goes,
and it definitely doesn't flow.
It can stay for a day, then the
sun can push it away.
It can be cold and frigid,
like the arctic,
or hot and burning,
like the depths of Hell.
It can be here, there, everywhere,
when our puppy dies, when a relative dies,
when we are stabbed in the back.
It can feel like air or feel like a knife.
It wears away the summer and spring,
till no one dares to fight.
It feeds on what we feel and call life,
but there's no life in the winter of our hearts.
Soooo, how do you like it? Please review. They are greatly appreciated good or bad. Hit me with your best shot. It just tells me to work harder. I hope you guys anticipate on my next poems.