Get Your Premium Membership

Storm

Still so very silently still Is the night. Not a sound is uttered In the quiet night. As the darkness creeps along It engulfs its surroundings Taking every thing as prisoners There are no survivors. Beware of the night, The still so very silently still night!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things