He paused a moment, and stood stil… As verses flew by, the birth of a… A smile curled his lips, a silent… Filled his heart; and he must hurr… For pen and paper await his though…
Dusk it was And the sky vermillion; I spy the… Dropping behind the nebulous blue… I walked along The unspoiled ivory beach, mind tr…
He flipped a coin, his resolve to… Heads, he doesn’t; tails, go forwa… Yes, full speed ahead; with all ha… It’s a toss-up; a challenge, an ex… But is it right? Leave everything…
Wine one too many Last evening’s raucous party Hangover likely Need a cold shower Then the neighbor’s lawnmower
It’s over now; the dark is gone The thunder clouds dissolve at daw… The morning mist gives way to day No spirits haunt where night held… The creatures I once feared have…
His life’s a carousel, round and r… No ups, no downs; nowhere his dest… A pointless voyage, to somewhere n… And in his grasp, a one-way ticket… He wakens, the day’s a mirror of y…
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…
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
Been raining all morning Grey gloomy the sky In a darkened room I sat Thinking, half awake I love inclement days
She sat on the porch watching the… In a swing, she and her love sat e… But now she sits all alone and in… Praying it will go away, and none… © F Aparici
A Sonnet Myriad tribulations will come his… As man travels in this lonely jour… Embrace he must his brokenness eac… Pray he’d be rescued by heaven’s a…
In the twilight of my life I’ve more yesterdays than tomorrow… I reminisce about the past And recall moments of joys and sor… I think about my days of youth
At the young mother he looked With worried, quizzical eyes Then said “How come you have Just one earring?” Startled, she grabbed both ears
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…
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
