Personal poetry.

A poem stating what it’s like to make a comparison of how one thing affects another.

A new season arrives tomorrow.

A free verse poem. I don’t usually write this kind of poem because this is really not my style.

Have we ever descended into an abyss of coldness and wanted to be freed?

All you need to do at times, is to sit down and chill!!!!!

Another poem by my grand daughter, "Animal Fairy"

A poem of sorrow and loss.

Given overflowing attention of wile; towards infinite angles of tile.

Too proud to think I preserved my pride; regretting a life of at least once tried.