Brìghde's poems

I don't really write poetry very much but sometimes I come up with some that are ok. Alot of them end up half-way finished but I will try to finish them as much as I can.

Unfinished poem with no name

He sleeps alone in white darkness
Waiting to be woken by dread
Though he sees and knows all around him
Controlling and enslaving the dead

But he shall awake, manipulate and take
Moralts shall bow down to his power
"For none are worthy," says the great god of fury
"All shall die by my anger!"

Yay I've got no replies! No, I'm actually glad, I suck at poetry

This is probably the best I've written which shows just how rubbish I am!

Winter
Bitter, cold mornings
and long freezing nights
Never seems to end

Frosted windows
Hiding the day
Snowy carpets on the floor
Peaceful for now

Frozen lakes
Still in the cold morning
Like a mirror
Of raw water

Lifeless
Animals sleep in their homes
Waiting
for the return of warmth

Christmas
Brings with it joy
Warm fires and fir trees
Presents to open

The end of the Year
Yet the beginning
of another
How will the new day fare?

Finished
For now Spring has her way
Banishes Winter
To his cave

Winter now sleeps in his cold heat
Until his time comes yet again

Heyy just about the first poem I wanted to ask if you were slightly basing it on Kalona? Even though he doesn't enslave the dead he does manipulate and is practically a God.

You shouldn't be so hard on yourself though they aren't half bad

hey you so dont suck at poetry so dont put yourself down. its great that you are sharing what you have written
the first poem is really good its