Deserted: Poem For English Practice
Today, I participated in One Single Impression Blog prompt. The task is about writing a poem with the title "Desert" or "Deserted". This is my short poem, just for English practice:
Desert
By Amiene Rev (C) 2008
The sands can't stand the wind,
A small, tiny but sometimes rough
Like a rough heart,
too sensitive and owned
by small little mind
of a big brain people.
When the heart deserted
no knowledge, no healing powder
the sky grows dark
intimidate the negative feeling
poisoning the mental to thinks
bad thing become worse
The desert has only sand and wind
but who know there's still an oasis
so that there will be something to live
to grow some peace.
By Amiene Rev (C) 2008
The sands can't stand the wind,
A small, tiny but sometimes rough
Like a rough heart,
too sensitive and owned
by small little mind
of a big brain people.
When the heart deserted
no knowledge, no healing powder
the sky grows dark
intimidate the negative feeling
poisoning the mental to thinks
bad thing become worse
The desert has only sand and wind
but who know there's still an oasis
so that there will be something to live
to grow some peace.
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