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|I will go first ... feel free to join in. I will eventually add links and some writings of some of my favorite pets. Stay tuned...Thank You for the introduction Seray... I wrote this for the Dahlia contest last year.
Dahlias in Your Garden
By Robin Brann
The color of the Dahlia comes just as the rainbow does,
The violet, orange and yellow show with only rain from up above,
They ask for nothing but the look
of those who love them so,
Planting Dahlias in your gardens
painting rainbows from above.
|Roses ARE Red,
Violets are blue,
I ain't no poet,
now this much is true.
But will give it a try,
this once in my life.
For you two girls are only too nice.
|Yeah!! Thank You Charleen....
Seray asked for teachers....Here is a start.
|Yep, those were teachers.
Thanks for the link.
I liked that. Nothing rhymed, but you could see it in your mind.
Very good. I Maybe, could do that. Hmmmm!
|I started this one a long....long time ago...My poems come like waves and if I dont write it down right then. It goes the same way.....it came...anyway here is the begining.
The sun goes down along Moose pond
The loons they cry their lonesome song
Reflections of the day that's passed
|Close to my heart.
Girl in a Purple Dress
Riding her bike down Water Street
Her bare legs flash as she pedals
Purple sandals strapped across her ankles
No hat, no scarf,
No watch or bauble
Her hair loose, the sun
Whips through it
No painted toes
No bag of groceries
Just a girl's purple skirt
Flaring in the breeze
Skating across her knees
The bike old-fashioned
Long-horn handle bars
Not a speck of new paint
Gliding down the sidewalk
Her colorless hair flung up
Reveals her bare ears
Her pink forehead
Parts the wind
Not a pocket
Not a pearl
Simple as the color of the sky
Hovering over the ocean
Dusk the color of morning glories
Her eyes fixed like field stones
On the road
Copyright © 2009 Dorianne Laux All rights reserved
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
|In My Garden
poppies and Parrish
dollhouses and brass
horses and shells
upside down bouquets
take me through
fragile like babies breath
stronger than wicker
trying to find
the material has been
the threads are frayed
take care of me
in my garden
L. K. Thayer
(for my mother 1990)
All Rights Reserved
|A thing I see;
all, smiling at me
is this group of
all beckoning me
Put me here, put me there,
just put me anywhere for your friends
|Kepp them coming Charleen!!|
|Wonderful Ladies! If I could use the smiles I'd give you a great big hand. This is a great work break! Will check often.|
|Like the Great Elvis, used to say:
Thank you, Thank you, very much!!!!! :rflol:
I got to write one for Charley.
Just have to think it out--Oh, My!!!
Something, sort of, that fits..
| I really like these.
Charleen you do have to write one for Charley.
|I will, Girl.
Let me see if I can get a little one going:
You stand at the fence;
You gaze up the road.
You want to go up that road
to find new adventures to explore,
You probably think you are trapped forever more.
I love you, my mule , with all my being,
I will give you wings, with the right meanings.
It hurts to know you want to go,
I want to be with you, more than you
will ever know.
So be patient, my love
for one day soon.
You will travel the road, with one I trust.
Be patient, my mule, for one day soon.
Charleen for Charley, my mule
|Did you write one Char?
Look heres Jar waiting patiently
at the bar.....for lines of words and thoughts to come
oh Charley maybe you should not run
so far away that jar cant see
the rhyme your name will bring
|Oh Char you do love your Charley...|
|Hugs and Nuzzles for Charley and Charleen !|
|I love, you all. This is really first poem I created. See, what you are doing to me?
Making me a mushy old mule-lovin woman.
Awwwe! And Charleen, nothing wrong with being mushy. But I really do love that poem. It shows how you truly feel about your beautiful furry friend.
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