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Happy Halloween: Is it trick or treat? Candy is reserved for those who are sweet. If your costume barely covers your rear, The trick is - you get no treats my dear. A trick or a treat? Depends what you wear, So rebellious teenage girls: Beware.
Her down to earth personality Becomes visible for all to see: Terrestrial angel bedecks the land, In auburn foliage garishly grand. Nature's canvass depicts flawlessly Her down to earth personality, That silently draws an owl - wise and old, To her side where she stands out in gold. Despite the dagger worn on her waist, The wise old bird has good judgment and taste. Her down to earth personality Evokes trust in all life, wild and free. The dagge
My youthful roots, firm, yet exposed, ground my slender trunk - concealed by taut bark, already defaced by humankind. My elongated, twiggy branches extend towards the heavens, not in surrender, but in a silent plea for healing tears from above. A cleansing shower of nourishment to my very essence, causing growth. Manifesting blossoms in my foliage, my inner beauty is exposed...
The sky is blue during the day, on bouncy clouds birdies play. Then the yellow sun turns white, and the blue sky turns black at night. Sometimes clouds get sad and cry, And their tears fall down from the sky. Note: Prompt was to write about the sky in a poem, in the eyes of a 7 year old you. This is pretty much how I figure I'd have regarded the sky when I was 7.
Evil ghosts of my past... A bitter lemon, once ripe and delicious - Once, a big part of my life - has dried out and rotted: lost it's vibrancy. Lost their power over me. Angels of my past... A cupcake, once moist and comforting - Once, always there for me - has hardened, dehydrated: grown bacteria. have grown apart from me. I can see these... ancient artifacts, decaying with each passing day - ancient memories - to take a bite now, to dwell on them now
Nature's warm candlelight glows and reflects Off her beautiful gown of solid white, Illuminating her dark empty space, Resulting in peaceful short-term delight. Sitting thoughtfully beside my window, I try to mimic this inspiration. Dressed in white - with a candle in my hand, I recreate peace by imitation...
To forgive a cruel act is kindness - Or is the gesture really selfish? To let go of hurtful feelings for one's own serenity, and not for others' sakes. Yet if vocalized, that peace is spread, selflessly sharing joy.
Pop! Bang! Sizzle! I startle at the noise That sounds like rice krispies - amped on steroids. Did a car backfire? A gun fight break out? What in the world could such noise be about? Once at the window, my eyes search the night Sizzle! Pop-Pop! I'm greeted by a sight: A man-made evening art show in the sky Red, white and blue for the fourth of July. Pop! Bang! Bang! I watch colors as they burst. Rainbows are destroyed - their remnants dispersed. I mourn their dying ashes as they fall, Camouflaged
The moon is spilling through the window pane Its tranquil beauty capturing my eyes Illuminating the navy blue skies Revealing silhouettes the world contains Moonlight and shadows spill across my face While an orchestra outside fills my ears Crickets' lullabies are heard loud and clear Their peaceful music filling empty space As the moon is spilling through the window I gaze upon its surface dimly lit Wond'ring if a loved one also sees it Such a thought sets my heart and smile aglow The moon is s
Seven deadly sins won't exist To make the world a better place I'd wish away war - saving grace Seven deadly sins won't exist And illnesses would not be missed With perfect health being embraced Seven deadly sins won't exist To make the world a better place
I'll paint you a scene - like street artists do While music plays on, romantic in tune Where expensive cuisine - like escargot Can be paired with beverages like Bordeaux Historic buildings are tourist hot spots Cameras trying to get the perfect shot On the Eiffel Tower, way up above Lonely, romantic singles vie for love In beautiful places filled with allure, Hopes are high in this city of amour Night beckons you to take an evening stroll Beautiful street lights enlighten your soul I caution you
You keep your jar locked - stored just out of reach, You're afraid the insides will be breached. But I can see what's in your jar - How lovely those contents are. Fragile feelings in need, Begging to be freed - Remove the seal, Let time heal Your tart Heart.
I love how easy it becomes to smile Just hearing your voice across the miles The voice I used to ignore as a teen Now puts me at ease - makes me feel serene I love how your smile sends my heart soaring Leaping out of me without much warning Even throughout those rebellious years Your beautiful grin has eased many tears I love how your eyes light up like diamonds When your lips are curved - you look your finest Nothing in the world could ever compare To the way you smile, so precious and rare. I
Roses are red - they're also blue, Rhyme or free verse, poetry's art - It's a shame to pick them apart. Roses are red - they're also blue, They're beautiful in any hue, Seen by the eyes, felt by the heart, Roses are red - they're also blue, Rhyme or free verse, poetry's art.
Love is forever, knows no end, Let's talk about how it begins... Before our time it does transcend. Love is forever, knows no end, I fell in love with my best friend Death can't kill the feelings within. Love is forever, knows no end, Let's talk about how it begins...
You can Say what you want, Compare me to others - I'm done trying to impress you. Beauty Is who you are - not how you look. Your mirrors can't reflect The ugly of Your souls... Note: Inspired by song -
Chirpy the chicken lived on a farm But his friends' murders raised an alarm Death was not his intent Across the street he went Where he hoped he'd be safe from harm Note: Why did the chicken cross the road?
The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour In Youth I have Known One filled with flowers The Bells nearby rang out a Serenade Announcing Romance by The Lake man-made To My Mother it was A dream come true As the Bridal Ballad made its debut Dreams are made in The Forest Reverie Fairy-Land by The City In the Sea -------------------------------- Author Notes: This was a poem I wrote based on a prompt (on allpoetry) in a contest. The prompt is this: Choose a poet (Famous, dead or alive). Write a list of 10
Mother Emotional Sits, patiently waiting Finally the music begins Playing ~*~ Sweet girl Dressed up in frills A basket in her hand Decorates the path she walks with Petals ~*~ Vision In her white dress Glides toward the altar The carpeted aisle decked in Daisies