some of my poems dont rhyme.. hear are some... a rush of cold air grips the stars, the whispers of the night are calm, the moon looks down from above, and wipes his eyes. a solitaryt flower, sings in the battle feild, it's sweet music fills the air, and the portriad sun melts. water flows from depths above, over the mountains so pure. mist carries down cries of pleed, and the rocks close their ears. disserted fences along the bank, trees silhoetted by no light, bones lie in the alleys, the pistol rusty from time.