In the stillness of the night,
Stars twinkle with pure delight.
Whispers of the wind so soft,
Nature's beauty never to be lost.
write a four lined poem
3 answers
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Some poems rhyme,
Some poems don't.
Violets are blue.
Some poems rhyme,
Some poems don't.
I love the way you see,
Different poems, different glee.
Rhymes or not, they all have power,
In every verse, a blooming flower.
Different poems, different glee.
Rhymes or not, they all have power,
In every verse, a blooming flower.