Nectar
What’s it like to be The most popular flower Adored by all Whether sun or shower A beautiful bloom In whom the bugs delight The most popular flower Round, yellow, and bright For a sip of nectar They come day or night
Tag: Poem
Lean On
Everyone needs a friend Somebody to lean on Beginning to end
Common Sense
Common sense says Bring an umbrella When the forecast says rain Don’t hike that mountain When you’re already in pain Stop eating When you’re stomach is full If the door says “push” Do not “pull” Look both ways Before crossing the street Hot summer pavement Will burn bare feet Lack of sleep Will make you… Read More Common Sense
Gratuity
A seagull plucks a clam From its shell And follows it with a chaser Of salty swell Drinking in the goodness Distilled by the sea He returns the empty shell As gratuity
Caress
Our Mother Earth waits To caress our calloused hands All return to her
Glimpse
When day goes black Eyes look to the sky To dream and wonder About where and why To remember how small Problems can be When into the vastness Our gaze lets us see Just far enough A glimpse at best To keep us guessing About all the rest
Remains of a Snowman
Remains of a snowman Are sad to see Just a dirty pile Of leaves and debris He has no button eyes And no carrot nose In a gust of wind Away his scarf blows Remains of a snowman Are sad to see He’s now just a spot For the dogs to pee
Light Bulb Moments
We wish for life To be clear and bright When the answer we’re seeking Turns on like a light Illuminating: A dream we’ve been given A path to follow The time for decision We wish in life For clarity of vision Light bulb moments In choices, we’re given
Seashell Crumbs
Seashell crumbs Showed us the way Down the beach A late summer day To a scavenger hunt Through tangled seaweed Where a seagull swooped in And started to feed On a soggy French fry That floated by The tide quickly switched From low to high We found treasure Under the setting sun Our pockets grew… Read More Seashell Crumbs
Salty Water
Ocean is calling To sons and daughters It’s time to return To salty water Where toes are warmed In sun-drenched sand And castles are built By creative hands Cleansed and cooled By the rising tide Where schools of fishes Gather, swim, and hide From sons and daughters Who’ve come to play In the salty water… Read More Salty Water
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