Acorns
There’s a new threat This time of year From high in the treetops They suddenly appear A danger to our heads A scare to our feet A tasty treat Hungry squirrels eat Acorns invade Our quiet country streets
Tag: Creative Writing
Sickly-sweet
No matter how you slice it A pie is still a pie No matter how you hear it A lie is still a lie Served on porcelain plates With fancy silverware Covered in whipped cream With an extra plate to share Their filling sickly-sweet Their aftertaste despair
Fall In New England
Cornfield mazes Bushels of apples Crisp Fall nights White wooden chapels Aged cheddar cheese Flannel shirts Grazing cows Roads made of dirt Freshly brewed coffee Stargazing at night Pumpkin patches Leaves turn bright Days grow shorter Geese take flight
Who’s Ever Told You
Who’s ever told you: You’re too happy Too sad Wear solids Not plaids You’re too stupid Too smart Think with your head Not your heart You’re too serious Too funny Life’s all about The money You’re too skinny Too fat There’s an app To fix that Who’s ever told you And why’d you ever… Read More Who’s Ever Told You
Technicolor
I watched the leaves Fall like rain A sprinkle A shower They spattered The ground Before pooling In technicolor Puddles A bowl of promises Yet to come
Open Window
The breeze swirls Through the open window From deep in the night Where the summer stars twinkle A chorus of insects Sing a folksy song To the strumming of their strings An owl sings along The melody fades The night is still and calm Through the open window My serenade is gone Sleep tiptoes… Read More Open Window
Groovy
Life is much better When you make it groovy Problems become lighter And you’re far less moody You find pleasure in The simple things You learn being happy More happiness brings Groovy is As groovy does So, choose to be groovy Just because
Earthlings
Spin with me I’ll spin with you On this wild ride Suspended in the sky ‘cause that’s just what Us earthlings do
Chalk Dust
I’m starting to forget Details of his face The subtle, precious details Time cruelly has erased They drift away like chalk dust Before they dissipate
Pearls
Let the music move you Not just tickle your ears Let it seep into your soul Where you can truly hear More than individual notes Or simple spoken word To find the real intention That was meant to be heard The hidden pearls Placed between note and word
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