The Hour of Doom

[———-Reposted———-] When the clouds shall rain blood, and when skulls and bones, shall grow from the thick mud, The air filled with shrieks and moans. . When the stars shall fade The moon shall turn brown, When the sky shall lose its shade, The earth, shall in that hour frown. . Water shall dry, andContinue reading “The Hour of Doom”

Poem:Life is a trampoline

Another one of my oldest poems. I wrote this when eleven. Hope you like it. Life is a trampoline Be you a beggar or a queen . When you are high Are aware that it isn’t another lie Have checked that you are alive, brace yourself for another dive. …. Life is a trampoline, beContinue reading “Poem:Life is a trampoline”

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