A poem from a combination of clichés LOL...
I burrow through the space-time co… Into a mystical, mythical, surreal… Lost with a billion suns hurtling… Trapped in a swirling motion into… Time stood still as the gravitatio…
The day endures the passing hours From dawn to dusk, from noon to ni… A journey through both dark and li… From sun-soaked skies to cooling s… So today becomes tomorrow
Nights out with the boys Slow dancing with your sweetheart From both, you’ll depart Ocean swim, skiing, whiskey All these will be fantasy
Not a word spoken today Not a single person seen Just the four walls of my room Lonely, my whole world has been But I took flights of fancy
Once upon a time there was an old… All by himself in a secluded mount… A rottweiler lived with him Only ate cookies and cream Sadly, he wouldn’t bark; intruders…
In youth, he strode, a warrior bol… With boundless dreams, no end in s… A fearless heart, a will of might Unyielding strength his life foret… Yet time crept in, its weight to b…
walls divide they separate people and foster the idea we’re not all equal stone walls stand tall,
The years had passed, yet here we… Our voices strong, our laughter br… As if the past were clear in sight No time could ever stifle that We spoke of days so wild and free
Beneath the sky, the dawn’s embrac… The autumn leaves begin to glow A blush of gold on nature’s face While morning paints the earth bel… The misty veil lifts from the hill…
The pitter patter of the rain As droplets hit the window pane Soothed her much like a lullaby And she found herself in a dream Flying free, riding a moonbeam,
A Limerick Just for Laughs We all went to dinner; me, myself… We sat on one chair, we don’t know… I did most of the talking Myself quietly listening
Hanging way up high Minding my own business—when Snap—there goes my stem Tumbling down to meet his head Hope it leaves a lump so red
Rolling meadows stretch into the s… Treetops glow in myriad shades of… Flowers bloom brightly in the suns… In rainbow colors; what a perfect… But the mercury is rising, an omin…
A frigid morning, in a deserted bu… Shiv’ring, anxiously waiting for a… I’m all bundled up but still ice-c… Bitter cold I could feel my cheek… The bus real late, my poor teeth b…
Many friends had he During his time of plenty Now the room’s empty. In his season of trouble Alone in the crucible