POEM STARTER

Write a poem, in any structure, about something that you find beautiful.

With freedom of structure, style, and rhythm, how will you use these elements to reflect the beauty you admire?

Flames Reaching

Poetry

It was a dance,

Lit in embers,

Wreathed in gold.

Shadows pranced

As it ventured,

Higher,

Higher still.

It held me in a trance

As I remembered

This warmth

This destructive beauty.

Comments 0

Aeris

“One should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not from reading in dim light!” “What’s a horizon? Is it like the end of an isle of books?” -Strange the Dreamer