Her Eyes #speakyourmind
Her eyes open
with the dawn of day.
The world greets her with
open arms; she replies with
a soft cry. Her life starts with the
blooming buds of Spring.
Her eyes twinkle
in the peak of day. Joy burst through
her seams as she runs with her worries
lost in the grassy fields. Her life thrives
with the green leaves of summer.
Her eyes water
with the setting of the sun.
The pink orange sky brings
her comfort; she waits
for darkness to come. A white cloth
dabs her cough of blood. The last
leaf softly falls in autumn.
Her eyes close
with the coming of the night .
Her life escapes through her
lips; however a faint smile remains.
The warmth of a light causes a
stir; Her eyes open in response as the
first bud blooms in spring.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.