Tag: poem

  • Late

    I was late for lunch  Which means having good results  Of course I am sure 

  • Protection

    He said everything was about training  Even when the fire was flaming  But the apple of my eye  Was floating through the clear blue sky  My heart he was taming 

  • They said the daughters didn’t matter 

    When the final votes were counted  No concerns were mounted  The men made all the decisions  With no room for revisions  With all women’s opinions were discounted 

  • Fire

    The last time I saw  Everything that meant the most  It went up in flames 

  • Journalism

    When I finally decided to report the facts  I worried about the old contracts  Did they tell the truth  Or did they have enough time to sleuth?  About the best artifacts 

  • From the Heart

    Everything started with an inkling  As the stars had just started twinkling  Searching for the fairies  With their nests full of berries  While their dreams are lingering 

  • Good Options

    He didn’t know which way to turn  With so many new ideas to learn  He decided to go with the last prompt  So he wouldn’t feel so swamped  Or his mind would begin to throb and burn 

  • Unlocked

    Good grace and manners  Never went over too well  Hiding behind doors 

  • Unexpected Turn

    As soon as the wrong turn was taken  My father did manage to awaken  To tell me I was wrong  And at the sound of the gong  He told me I was mistaken 

  • Owls

    In the middle of the night  The clouds filled the sky  Owls hooted on the wind  Wondering how far to fly  Only stopping with the sun  Wanting to reach the end  And no longer on the run  Finally reaching a friend