I repose and arouse.
My acridness would not repose.
An inhabitant companion.
In the apexes of my domain
It haunts my mind and eyes.
It pesters my heart and my ear.
How should the boat run?
Furthermore, beat all obstructions.
Indeed, even dismal waters.
Furthermore, my dream.
Besides, I have shrouded my injury.
Furthermore, I covered its lakes.
With stones, I convey from the shore.
To a greater extent, I vanquished the foes.
Likewise, in case I repose came.
I repose
Categories:
acridness, 7th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
The smell of death
is and unforgettable smell.
It's acridness permeates
all things and
lingers in one's mind forever.
It is a fetid stink that
brands itself onto your memory.
The bouquet of malodorous aromas
ambushes your brain,
forever leaving a horrific olfactory scar.
The Reaper's perfume travels quickly.
It waits for nothing.
It is only retarded
by the chilly air of the tomb.
Categories:
acridness, death,
Form: Free verse