Daily fri, March 20th Poems 266 words Warning, these kinda suck I have to post here cause forums aren't letting me post them [weather, song, feather, wrong, shatter, earth, matter, worth, fly, why - @-WildClan- ] The days are often ruled by weather, Our hopes are often ruled by song. From smallest bird losing a feather, The world is filled the moments wrong. Dreams, plans, all often shatter And fall from distant skies to earth. I wonder, which one of those did really matter? Which one could still uphold its worth? When daydreams give us wings to fly, We fall when we awake. But why? [cry, spry, leave, peeve, around, mound, tear, bear, might, alight - @-vanillamochabear- ] When one life full of woe, has nothing but to cry, Another, full of fortune has the option to be spry. In troubled times, someone may simply live, Another, seeking trouble, at nothing will peeve. One has the chance, for fun, to run around, From another, what's left is just a burial mound. Not all souls at some point, life will tear, And burdens strong only a few will have to bear. Yet those who do, if they survive, will prove their might And in their minds, a flame of passion comes alight. [late, fate, win, lose, in, peruse,sour, hours, stop, pop - @Zyzeryko ] We rush to help, to try anew, yet often are too late. We wonder why, but that question is answered only by fate. Most times, an individual doesn't decide, for one can win, Or, having none less tried, there's equal chance for one to lose. If one attempts to play with fate, he is done in. The story of life is not a thing we can peruse. Some say this is bad news, that life tastes sour, It is not. Though late may grow the hour, If you will want to win, do not stop. Because our dreams can always shatter with a pop.
