21. Vibrant Colors
Don't judge my cover; it's not mine.
I was given this to wear for the duration of my time.
Over time it has become creased, ripped, and worn,
A once perfect canvas the day I was born.
Don't judge my cover; it's not mine.
I was given this to wear for the duration of my time.
Over time it has become creased, ripped, and worn,
A once perfect canvas the day I was born.
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Analysis of Form and Technique
My family is the ocean around us.
My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.
That's the same for me! Except, my younger sister is the storm haha.
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Beautiful poetry, Veronique . . .
Love is a many splendid thing,
tho' love can also have its sting.
I enter the earth as a small plant
Tiny and helpless like an infant
Then I grow up and become as active
As a school child
Though all the fates should prove unkind,
Leave not your native land behind.
The ship, becalmed, at length stands still;
The steed must rest beneath the hill;
Where did all the flowers go?
Falling leaves in colors show
Spring is but a memory.
Distant dreams come over me.
Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.
I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day,
and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.
No not the sad one it's too revealing,
Every day everyone wears different masks to cover up their sadness. They put on masks of happiness, and you don’t know what’s in their mind. They cover up everything like their heartbreak....
I hate the way you remind me of a thunderstorm
The way the violent wind, rain, and lightning shake me...
You shake me
And yet I find myself unable to resist stepping out into the madness
I was sitting on the bench in the park one day,
And saw a butterfly coming my way.
I opened my hand, and to my surprise,
the butterfly landed; consumed in cries.
This poem is so cute. Good writing. My husband and I were in Branson, Missouri, visiting and while standing outside, a big butterfly came flying by. It flew around and around, so I put my...
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon the golden hues,
while waiting for the freeze?
Water the seed, and a plant will grow.
Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.
Give a tree room, and it will bloom.
A seed to a plant,
I had an idea of what being a father was. But, as I had my own children, becoming a father made me reflect and change completely my relationship with my parents and what I conceived as being...
As a cloud wafting through the sky,
Blowing with the wind,
Never quite complete in form,
Ever sought, ever evading.
I gracefully bloom in July,
Clothed in a delicate silk,
Fringed with a delicate lace,
Sprinkled with the color of milk.
This is a very beautiful poem. The inspiring topic and the perfect rhyme add charm to the poem. I can picture the lily standing in the field, a glimmer of beauty in its entire surroundings,...
People say it is a field,
A lovely field of happiness.
With flowers spread,
Throughout this field.
Love is a burning candle
It's not always easy to handle
It burns, but it's still beautiful
And it makes celebrations oh so meaningful
This poem touched me in a great way. The people could have well been my teacher of teachers this night. I fell better for knowing the one I love is more near to my heart this night then ever...
A caterpillar walks in beauty
through the sunshine and the rain,
leaving sweet memories
to ease away the pain.