My Poetry, Pt. 1

I had some poems written down in a little black journal of mine, which may or may not have been at the influence of a poetry unit in my English class ^^'. 

I really enjoyed my poems, so I'd like to share some of them with the people of SpaceHey! I'm open to any and all criticism to improve my writing no matter how much it'll hurt my soul :')

"Sunlight" 

Hear me, arise from the dark

Away from your bedroom where you rot

A place where no light shall dare to enter

Somewhere you are unable to flourish

Run outside and face the sun

Raise your hand up towards the sky

Feel the warmth of the sunlight

Seize the opportunity it brings

Take ahold of the light that shines above

And achieve a life to love

~~~

"The Passing of life"

Like a budding flower in Spring, Life blooms

Rising from the ground to become anew

To feel the passing breeze and gentle chirping of birds

But life comes and goes as does a flower

Sonn will come the day where the flower will wilt

Soon comes the day where leaves fall from trees

And the animals of the world hibernate

Life pauses as it starts to slow 

And eventually come to an end

But soon it will start again

~~~

"Rainfall"

The rain falls another day

Bringing forth its melancholy

The droplets becoming the tears in my eyes

Kept company by the cold wind

The clouds in the sky share with me their woes 

And I, too, carry their burdens 

Cursed with eternal sorrow 

Both the clouds and I cry

Sobs obscured by the downpour 

As the rain and my tears become one

~~~

"Morning Fog"

The rain has long gone, along with the night 

The sun comes forth, bringing its delight

Yet obscured by the fog and mist 

Creating an atmosphere of uncertainty and bliss 

Neither warm nor cold

Making my curiosity unfold

I stroll through the verdant grasslands

Surprisingly able to see my own hands

Feelings of disbelief as I can hardly believe my eyes

So sure yet not so that I have died

A place that's neither heaven nor hell

My heart surely feels unwell

Adorning a dress both black and white

Feelings of apprehension I can hardly fight

Cursed by the spell of the morning fog