Late Night Poetry!

The night grows quiet
while out come the ghosts
Evenings peacefull darkness
is their favorite host

In thru the windows
and out thru the doors
The airy figures
take their tours

And what they see
they tell to me
Pleaty of sorrow
spiced up with glee

They fly around
and make things right
Then back to the graves
to say good night

The trees they whisper
with what theyve heard
Apon their breath
will fly the morning birds

And the ravens bring
their songs of joy
Their spirits echo
with the Earths sweet words

Things come and go
and then back again
Goes on forever
if you are a friend

But with the darkness
your soul will rot
For some to burn forever
is the only way to be taught

So choose your path
and hold it true
All you have done
shall come back to you

Pick up your spoon
then open wide
With your own actions
Ill watch you die:)

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Originally Posted by thebathroom

Here is a haiku
just for cannabis.com
I love ganja. Word.

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Lol, only if you could actily count that dot as part of it in .com

I remember yesterday.
It seems so long ago.
Life was full of promise,
full of hope,
and full of opportunity.

Easy dreams graced my days,
while rainbows shared
their pots of gold.
My sunset demeanor
gave me life,
filling my youth
with brilliant color.

I remember long ago . . .
Funny, it seems like only yesterday.
Life reached out
before my eager feet
waiting for each step to take.

Walking tall, and unafraid
bold as a raging bull,
I took each step
in confidence
believing in all I was.

Isnâ??t it funny how things can change
in what seems like a drop of a dime;
and how such confidence
can be turned inside out,
leaving a vibrant man
as cold as stone?

No more pots of gold,
or easy dreams.
No sunset demeanor
to color my days.
No more hope
to set the walking pace,
and no more boldness to carry on.

Iâ??m empty.

All good things must come to an end and I think this session off Late Night Poetry has come to an end. Look for something like it some other time. :D