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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
Vanilla aroma invites the nose Tantalizing salivating taste buds The desparate tongue reaches out for a taste Smooth, creamy texture of chocolate sets in The teeth join the tongue as it goes for more Tempting flavors climax and die within Throat flexes its aroused, shiny, muscles Stomach and brain agreeing on pleasure Tongue and teeth reach out again and again Until addiction is reached, and it's gone.
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.
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.
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...
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
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
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
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
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?
I used to race to the front door when I'd hear you come home, I would greet you excitedly with a hug and a smile I was daddy's little girl, it didn't take much to make you proud - Nor did it take much to make you angry and hostile. As I grew older it was much more of a challenge, Making you proud and appeasing you were a definition combined. I appeased you one moment, then suddenly disappointed, And proud again the next moment in your shifty state
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.
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.
I will never forget the blissful summer of '09 Love, fear, adrenaline bursting through my veins That was the summer I experienced my firsts: Relationship, love-making and lets not forget the planes My first time at an airport, I was going alone I was scared - that's for sure - but what could I do? The fear of crashing was there in the back of my mind At the end of my journey though - I knew there was you The zoo, the park, the golfing and bowling So much to do - and with such little time to spar
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 -
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...
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
The question is "How are you doing?" Immediate answer is "Good, you?" I smile even though inside I'm hurting, Because society fears the truth: I'm not okay. If one were to open up and say "I'm really not doing very well" People would withdraw and back away, So we hide behind fake happy shells. We're not okay. Our first world complaints are frivolous To third world countries in poverty. Our daily luxuries are limitless, While their dishes are hand-
You said that you were sorry, You said it wouldn't happen again, That the alcohol was behind it, That you would make amends You said that you were sorry, Indeed it happened once more, You made us empty promises The same ones from before You said that you were sorry, You requested another chance For a short time things improved, Followed by the same old song and dance You said that you were sorry, But by then it was too late I was much too scared to leave, My fear had sealed my fate You said that
