by SteelAndSilk
This poem is better than anything Keats ever wrote. But that's about it.
Yeah, it sucks. It was kinda my first (and last) foray into the realm of poetry, and I was trying to put words to an experience I had, but, like a lot of writers here, my stories/articles are pretty well received, and my poetry sucks balls. I really wish I could delete it, lol, but it is what it is.
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the girls are faint with the hot sun,
And hide 'neath some cooling shade, a voice will run
From hedge to town about the new-shaved maid.
Keats eh! Keep writing S&S.