Category: Poetry

Conversations in the Garden

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Conversations in the Garden

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The elm trees sway under August’s breath,
The sun, a lion with its mane ablaze,
Watches over Summer and Autumn—
Two sisters meeting in the garden’s quiet dusk.
They sip on rosé, tasting memories in each drop,
While crickets play their twilight song.
Their words, soft and fleeting, drift like shadows,
As they wait for their brother, Winter,
Who will soon lay his frost across the earth.
Daffodils now solemnly bow their heads,
As leaves, in their silent fall,
Take on the colors of change.
A chill slips through what has come to pass,
As the elder sky wraps itself in black,
Preparing for the long night ahead.

Harvesting Dreams

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Harvesting Dreams

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In the quiet twilight, dreams take their flight,
A stealthy owl, guiding through the darkest night.
With wings that whisper secrets of the skies,
He soars in silence, ever so wise.

He brings to life what our hearts confide,
Turning wishes into a radiant light.
A lantern glowing in the shadowed times,
Illuminating paths where hope still climbs.

Towards a world of dreams intertwined,
Where aspirations grow, pure and divine.
Like fruit on the vine, ripe and sweet,
From the seeds in our minds, we proudly reap.

Echoes of a Vanished Era

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Echoes of a Vanished Era

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The Rhinestone Cowboy has lost a stud,
His stallion left him stranded in the mud.
Houdini made his greatest escape,
The magic vanished with him that day.

No more Blockbusters or RadioShacks,
Elvis has left the building, no turning back.
Gone are the days of CDs and iPods,
Michael moonwalked to the stars, against all odds.

You can’t find payphones or call collect,
Good luck watching movies on VHS.
Muhammad floated like a butterfly,
But his sting has been put to rest.

What happened to Teddy Ruxpin,
Ever since Toys ‘R’ Us went bankrupt?
Doves cried when Prince’s purple reign ended,
He’s now dancing in a purple heaven.

Ziggy Stardust now “Ashes to Ashes,”
I don’t even know what’s the new fashion.
Icons fade, but memories are everlasting,
Never forget, it all goes so fast.

Earth Song

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Earth Song

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In the heart of nature, green and serene,
To which every vein of river will lead.
Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
Take a deep breath, it is all here for you.

The whispering leaves, the rustling trees,
The hush of the forests and their secrets.
We tread lightly on paths of earth,
Heavy footsteps make the creatures stir.

With every step, let’s keep it clean,
For all walks of life, not just human beings.
Together, we can make a change,
Even a little goes a long way.

In harmony with nature, hand in hand,
Hearing the earth song, we start to dance.
For a future bright, let’s act today,
Be the light and bring dawn to this new age.

With care and love, our planet thrives,
It will bring tears to Mother Nature’s eyes.
And in her joy, we’ll find our peace,
As thanks for our humility.

Together we’ll protect and mend,
Bring healing all across the land.
With mindful hearts and open minds,
Together, our spirits will bind.

A promise to nature, pure and true,
We will give back everything that we use.
In this shared journey, side by side,
We’re all brothers and sisters in this tribe.

In the heart of nature, green and serene,
We preserve the beauty that we’ve seen.
Beneath the sky, vast and blue,
We’ll keep our world forever new.

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.