A poem from a combination of clichés LOL...
Yes, we can’t take it with us Cash or treasures of any kind; Hearse without a trailer, thus How we leave the world behind! And it’s a truth we oft discuss
The donkey said the grass is blue And I agreed wholeheartedly With a big grin he bid adieu Left me all alone finally With a donkey never argue
Limerick Just for Laughs A woodland fairy lives on the east… All alone in a wooden shack; every… She’s young and loves company But no other fairies she could se…
We peeked thru a hole in the frost… Squinted our eyes to view the pris… In the virgin snow not a blemish n… And all the bushes snow-draped, no… Not a soul in sight in the frozen…
Forget tomorrow Stop tarry smell the roses Today waits on you Celebrate life to the full Sleep tonight with no regrets
Fall at last; daylight savings now… Got an extra hour to linger in bed But days seem shorter, evenings co… Alerting us of cold weather ahead! Now autumn leaves smother fields o…
They met in the summer of their yo… In a faraway place, a school up in… He’s a man of the world, that’s th… But she’s sheltered, living as Go… There was magic when they saw each…
center it rained; rather it poured! sheets and buckets of water fell in just a few hours; our street became a river!
I looked and chose a thick one Tossed it sideways into the water Grimacing; sticking out my tongue One, two… Quickly, it goes under… Then she looks around, a flat one
As dusk turns to dawn; day into ni… Our lives unfold thus; minute by m… Some brilliant as the early mornin… Others so somber, melancholy grips… We count the leaves in the tree of…
We crave attention Thirst for applause and acclaim The trappings of fame What others have, we covet Fame fortune in our buckets
Three o’clock in the morning He woke up, quickly out of bed He’s ready, though still yawning To go to mass, with eyes so red For it’s nine days till Christmas
Two minutes, that’s an eternity! My hands quiver at the steering wh… While stopped at a red traffic lig… Raring to fly in my automobile… Wanting to leave the present behin…
Unread my rhymes could be, it matt… Even if all my poems gain no accla… Satisfied will I be and bear no s… For my time and effort won’t be fo… Words I write describe the beauty…
His whole world ended; it was yest… His hopes for tomorrow quickly per… When the love of his life passed a… His dreams, like a thin mist, vani… She’ll always be the lady of his y…