The Anniversary Dance Of Star-Crossed Romance
There's a tale of two lovers written in the stars
Punished for giving each other their hearts
A poor cowherd boy named Altair, fell madly for
Vega, the humble weaving girl he adored.
My interest and love of poetry began at school, when I was fourteen years of age. The class were given the project of writing an anthology of verse, using our own poetry and designing the cover for our book.
I really enjoyed the project and still have the book I made.
Poetry has remained a lifelong hobby, I enjoy reading and writing poems to this very day.
As poets we may not have a stake
in the Hall of Fame
Or not even Poet Laureate
put beside our name
But there's one thing tho' all poets know
that is for certain
Poetry's in the blood since life begun
till close of curtain.
Inspiration comes from all kinds of things
Nature in bloom of her blossoming Spring
The wondrous feeling of a first romance
Excited yet scared of taking the chance
I loved this. It's a great poem!
From the day you were born I've watched you grow
Into the nicest person one could know.
Love changes everything, words oh so true.
My world changed the moment I first held you.
Love your poem, Sister Beryl. You're a superstar.
I love "I Love You" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. She tells it as it is when young hearts are lit with hearts on fire in the midst of desire. Love is meant to be happy and carefree. Heaven knows in the world there's too much misery. Live and love, love and live. Memories are made of this.
A beautiful Acrostic poem, Cindy, in memory of your mother. I miss my mother, too. Not a day goes by when I don't think of her. She was amazing, as all mothers are. A mother holds your heart in her hands and when life gets you down, only a mother truly understands. Here or in heaven, your mother's your guide, for always and ever stood by your side.
Friends are everything you say in your Acrostic poem Brother John.
Flowers that we gather along life's highway,
are friends kept in memory's floral bouquet.
When you've a good friend you are never alone.
When you're in need, you can just pick up the phone.
Great read, great laugh, loved it...
What a journey it must surely have bean
Blown away on a mattress in full steam
Seeing places you've not bean to before
O'er wild windy turbulent foreign shores
Enough gas between you two, full of beans
For fuelling magnificent flying machines.
"God's Creation" is a beautiful poem, Brother John. We are indeed truly blessed, so why do humans make the world such a mess?