I just wrote this poem and wanted some feed back. :D
Remembering
Faded green slide dripping water, Empty swings tangled together. Now all soggy, tired, cold, Laughter, shouts, they no longer hold. The sun is hidden, the fields are bare, Cold, wet wind brushes through my hair. A simple scene from years gone by, Haunted by a quiet sigh. Forgotten? Impossible! Never! But now watch the scene and remember, Nothing ever lasts forever.
You're welcome. Poetry was the first thing I started writing. After that I fell in love with one kind of writing after another. You never know where those first lines you scribbled will take you. :)
Remembering
Faded green slide dripping water,
Empty swings tangled together.
Now all soggy, tired, cold,
Laughter, shouts, they no longer hold.
The sun is hidden, the fields are bare,
Cold, wet wind brushes through my hair.
A simple scene from years gone by,
Haunted by a quiet sigh.
Forgotten? Impossible! Never!
But now watch the scene and remember,
Nothing ever lasts forever.