Category: Poetry

A Melody of Joyful Nights

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A Melody of Joyful Nights

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Sweet music, sweet as buttercream cake,
Filling the air with notes that never break.
It plays like children on a hot summer street,
Their laughter mingled with the melody’s beat.

Let’s be free from worry and celebrate,
Dancing in twilight until it’s late.
Smiling so brightly, as we shuffle our feet,
Spreading joy to everyone we meet.

Sweet songs swirl around like cotton candy,
Creating colors the world has never seen.
The city is a canvas on which we paint,
Vivid dreams and hopes, untainted by restraint.

Let’s be merry and raise our cups with glee,
Embracing the night in carefree harmony.
Until the morning brings another day,
We’ll savor the magic before it fades away.

Summer Serenade

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Summer Serenade

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Your kisses are like fireworks,
They take my breath away,
Make me say, “ooh” and “aah”,
And my heart goes boom, boom, boom.

Your lips, red as sunsets in July,
Bright, full of promise and light,
Twinkling sparklers that kids ignite,
Filling the night with pure delight.

Your touch is a summer breeze,
Gentle, warm, and pleasing,
It wraps around me like a dream,
Filled with lovely visions of you and me.

Your eyes, two northern blue butterflies,
Fluttering softly in endless skies,
The sight makes even the heavens sigh,
In their depths, I find my paradise.

Would you be mine?
Forever, for all of summertime.

Winter Finch

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Winter Finch

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A winter finch appears,
Upon my windowsill,
In the soft July light,
Trilling tunes, so bright.

A winter finch, so spry,
Skipping a sprightly jig,
Such joy it brings to life,
To witness its cheerfulness.

A winter finch, adorned,
In plumage warm and rich,
Roasted almond feathers,
With hints of milk chocolate.

A winter finch, beloved,
Mum welcomed in her hedge,
Perhaps her spirit visits,
Perched upon my ledge.

Galactic Adornments

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Galactic Adornments

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I wish I could give you the rings of Saturn,
A cosmic gift to adorn your hand.
For your wrist, a Milky Way bracelet,
Bathed in starlight, its shimmer grand.

A pair of earrings as flashy as comets,
Dancing around distant planets.
A necklace of nebulae to grace your nape,
Swirling colors that enchant the heavens.

Whispers of Dawn

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Whispers of Dawn

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In the quiet of the morning, whispers of dawn break free,
Broken waves shatter the shore from a roaring sea.
A lone gull’s cry echoes through the misty air,
As I stand here lonesome, misty-eyed without you near.

Beneath the weeping willow, shadows softly dance,
While drops of dew from leaves drum a gentle cadence.
The world awakens slowly, wrapped in nature’s song,
Each petal unfurling as daylight grows strong.

The day is fresh and new, yet I’m still without you,
Though the sun shines brightly, my heart feels the dew.
You weren’t Mother Nature, but you were mother to me,
In your embrace, I found solace, safe as can be.

I still hear you singing lullabies like wind through the trees,
Your voice a gentle melody carried by the breeze.
Entwined in every dawning sunrise, I sense your love’s reprise,
A tender reminder that your spirit never dies.

Summer’s Whisper

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Summer’s Whisper

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Skin, even softer than rose petals,
Beneath my touch, a blush so maroon,
Each strand of hair like dandelions sway,
That summer’s breath trumpets through,

Eyes, deep meadows of bluebells,
Reflecting heavens, vast and true,
Lips, as tender as tulips in bloom,
Their kiss, a soft whisper, like morning dew.

Holey

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Holey

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She is holey like her jeans,
A temple for a body,
From her head down to her feet,
She is a denim deity,

She is holey like her jeans,
A serene angel in capris,
With wings that flutter unseen,
Her beauty is heavenly,

She is holey like her jeans,
From faded blues to cerulean,
A celestial dream to me,
It’s in her that I believe,

She is wholly complete,
Even her flaws are pretty,
My heart bursts at the seams,
When she wears holey jeans.

For You

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For You

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For whom do the weeping willows cry?
For whom do their tears likewise dry?
For whom do the hill crests stretch high,
For who do grapes grow on the vine?
For whom do they make the sweetest wine?
For whom do bees make honey in hives?
For whom do songbirds sing lullabies?

For whom do the stars twinkle and shine?
For whom do they streak across the sky?
For whom do the constellations guide?
For whom do the sun and the moon rise?
For whom do the planets all align?
For whom do the heavens deeply sigh?
For you, that’s who because you are mine.