Poems that don't Rhyme

Tigers

“Their colored stripes
Hide themselves
Everyday
In the Savannah
Where no deer
Or game
Can escape the
Clutches of
The fearsome beast
Every little creature
Is hopelessly frightened
As it shadows
The entire, endless jungle
Where it cannot be
Snared.

Death

“It chills the bone
And senses
It creeps up
Our soft
It addles the mind
And puts it to sleep
A sleep that is
Not to be
Awakened
In the stealth of night
In the light of day
When it comes
Nothing can be done
To stop it
And when it comes
To engulf the world
All you will see
Is darkness.”