Moonlight Twilight Poetry
Death Death is the color black. It sounds like the anger of the gods. It feels like you can hardly breathe. It smells like burnt skin. It tastes like a meat pie. It looks like an endless black hole of sorrow. It is truly horrible.
Death is the color black.
It sounds like the anger of the gods.
It feels like you can hardly breathe.
It smells like burnt skin.
It tastes like a meat pie.
It looks like an endless black hole of sorrow.
This is a 5 Sense poem. A 5 sense poem is A six line poem which describes something abstract, using the 5 senses.
By Merie Elizabeth Sarah Smith
