Tag: rhyming poetry
Kind Gods
Walk through the graveyard late at nightAnd read headstones by candlelightEmbrace the souls who walk behindAnd imagine their gods are kind Step lightly through tangled weedsAnd listen as the world recedesThe afterlife is undefinedSo imagine your gods are kind Have a seat underneath the treeAnd let the moonlight help you seeSpirits that frolic unconfinedAnd hoping ...Crab Thoughts
A thousand thoughts fill my mind – They’re each struggling to take first place – And like trapped crabs, they each climb, But I’m ready to run life’s race. Editor: Erynn CrittendenMoon Dreaming
I am leaving my blue lagoonand flying to the moon Another lonely moon-struck guysoaring high in the lunar sky I am hooting a mournful noiseand losing my inner poise I am neither a wise old owlor a bold eagle on the prowl I am on a mission to the moonto find her unused dessert spoon ...Autumn’s Decay
I left my bones behind to rotBeneath a grave of fallen leaves.I gave thanks for the peace it broughtAnd left the world behind to grieve. As Autumn took her yearly throne,She wrapped me in her sweet decay.My flesh returned to earth and stone-The final act of life’s ballet. Editor: Michelle Naragon & Shannon HensleyA Swift Little Wattlebird
The Little WattlebirdDarts backwards and forwardsBetween the flowering branchesAnd the pollen avalanches Fluttering from tree to treeLike a busy honeybeeThey are much too swift for meand my photos stay blurry Then yesterday, among the treesQuietly squatting on my kneesI finally photographed the little birdie Editor: Erynn CrittendenCosmic Typhoons and Tycoons
I see cosmic typhoons and tycoons wandering under the purple moon near the edges of a blue lagoon playing their loud double bassoons I feel like a lonely loon in a Groucho cartoon or poor Rocky Raccoon from that Beatles’ tune fly me to the Full Moon in your hot-air balloon release me from this war-torn cocoon I can be ready anytime soon after I’ve ...A Dank and Foggy Morn
Tis early, on a dank and foggy mornAll the groans of lovers sound inside outAnd their bed lights shine on the icy lawnEven the yapping canines have lost count I’m wandering these streets, groping on trustLike the bad old days of whiskey and wineI’m looking for her last piece of stardustAll I find is some ...
