Show us your very own poetry and discuss it's meaning with each other.
I'll start it off
O beautiful sparkling ridge which bathed in light
blessed by serenity of the sun’s early wane
Brings an orange hue to that distant sight.
as it sets behind the field, lighting it aflame.
along comes the moon, passing through the sky.
And a blanket of stars follow suit in frame.
abridged by the sweet sound of the cricket’s cry.
As if saying goodbye to their bright dame.
the ridge, now shined with that small glossy orb
who’s pale healing light, the fields absorb
waiting for the cricket to sing once more
which cries blazon the glorious morn.
A life of a soul which passes through time.
and sees the blaze of its youth at its height
then comes wisdom of that dreary night that chimes
until it gives way to another bright day of light.
And as the moon come and go, the sun sets and rise.
And as the fields wither and die to once again arise
The cricket stands ready to sing about the ridge’s life.