"tempreture" poems
Talking until dawn,
But no abnormal atmosphere.
Revealing the secrets;
There's a sudden high tempreture.
It becomes midnight,
We think 'too early'.
It becomes cold.
We soon get cosy
Under the blankets filled with warmth,
As we are too shy for a midnight call.
Sleep comes to us so we say goodnight
While longing for one's cherished sight.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
everywhere is flooding with the rain and snow
in each and every place every where you go
people getting stranded in the snow so white
tempreture has dropped colder is the night
global warming changing each and everyday
altering our nature from its normal way
pollution taken over nothing is the same
destroying mother nature it is such a shame.
it is getting worse each and everywhere
pollution is still there no one seems to care
we must carry on we dont have a choice
nature has no say it doesent have a voice
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC