21. The Grandfather Clock
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.
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.
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A caterpillar walks in beauty
through the sunshine and the rain,
leaving sweet memories
to ease away the pain.
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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...
A sunflower will grow
With much beauty to show,
But the wind must blow,
Which brings the rain and the snow.
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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Though all the fates should prove unkind,
Leave not your native land behind.
The ship, becalmed, at length stands still;
The steed must rest beneath the hill;
A
Grand oak
A majestic figure
Always standing straight
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An oak tree and a rosebush grew,
Young and green together,
Talking the talk of growing things-
Wind and water and weather.
Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.
SPRING
I slowly unfurl to the wide World
Stretching up to the blue sky
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,...
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The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
Flecks of blue
Lavender delight
Morning gold
The black of night
I had a little seed that I had found upon the ground,
I kept it in my pocket where it was safe and sound.
What may it be, this tiny little seed, now tucked inside my cloak,
could it be a sugar maple, or perhaps a mighty oak?