21. My Boat
You were my boat, sleek by design.
I was your jetty, one of a kind.
We were deeply in love and made for each other,
And I promised I'd never harbour another.
You were my boat, sleek by design.
I was your jetty, one of a kind.
We were deeply in love and made for each other,
And I promised I'd never harbour another.
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Flecks of blue
Lavender delight
Morning gold
The black of night
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Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.
I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day,
and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.
No not the sad one it's too revealing,
Every day everyone wears different masks to cover up their sadness. They put on masks of happiness, and you don’t know what’s in their mind. They cover up everything like their heartbreak....
In a dusty, dark corner of a very old house,
sits the tall, wooden worn out clock.
It has seen its share of memories and pain,
keeping perfect time with a tick and a tock.
We're all clocks just trying to keep up with time, knowing full that in the end, time will win.
The sun went away
The sky went black
Up came the wind
I fell on my back
Analysis of Form and Technique
My family is the ocean around us.
My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.
That's the same for me! Except, my younger sister is the storm haha.
Love is pure like a
white wedding
gown.
Love is honest and
Beautiful poetry, Veronique . . .
Love is a many splendid thing,
tho' love can also have its sting.
A caterpillar walks in beauty
through the sunshine and the rain,
leaving sweet memories
to ease away the pain.
Don't judge my cover; it's not mine.
I was given this to wear for the duration of my time.
Over time it has become creased, ripped, and worn,
A once perfect canvas the day I was born.
Water the seed, and a plant will grow.
Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.
Give a tree room, and it will bloom.
A seed to a plant,
I had an idea of what being a father was. But, as I had my own children, becoming a father made me reflect and change completely my relationship with my parents and what I conceived as being...
The eraser erased my bad habits
While the pencil drew in new ones
The glue stick glued on a whole new face
As the scissors cut away my background and past
Dear Beatrice, the friendship you have with the person who inspired you to write this poem should really be treasured because this poem is one of a kind for me. You know what? It really...
You were just another star in the sky
that happened to be in my universe
Never in a million years would we get close
This is beautiful it sounds like myself talking actually it is something I would want to say. As if its coming from my own heart. I truly enjoyed reading it.
I gracefully bloom in July,
Clothed in a delicate silk,
Fringed with a delicate lace,
Sprinkled with the color of milk.
This is a very beautiful poem. The inspiring topic and the perfect rhyme add charm to the poem. I can picture the lily standing in the field, a glimmer of beauty in its entire surroundings,...