My first free-verse poem. Any tips/ constructive criticism is welcome. |
“When awakened” Within the snowy cold I found your empty hand. The warmth melting the ice from my fingertips The snow disappeared for miles around. My life was a dreary thing, Too young and full of life. I had no freedom, so the life was a waste Or so I thought, until I met you. I finally was given an excuse To take advantage of the bore I’d been given. And turn it into something beautiful: Such as a thing of young love. You took me and awakened me, Your lips as an alarm upon mine. It took my from my sleeping beauty state So I kissed you back. When love awakens the sleeper, The effects can be astounding. I was taken from a black and white life |