The sky is everywhere
It follows infinite directions and blends into the horizon of our oceans
The sky is hope
A hope that things go a certain direction
Our hearts become set on some desire and our hope grows and grows with the anticipation
Until things do not go as desired,
Our hope disappears into the back of our every growing mind
lost, among some past unfulfilled dreams,
Just as the skies brilliant blue disappears with sun,
and turns into the darkness known as night
The sky can be bright as our desire for accomplishments
And the sky can be dark as our prayers for pain to end and good to show its face of light
Hope is everywhere, around us and inside us
The sky is everywhere
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
I write a letter to natures mother
I speak for myself, each sister and brother
We are tired of the cold and don't want more rain
Dealing with this weather is quite a pain
Of you could make us happy and smile like your sun
We would be grateful to begin having fun
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Happiness is a yellow bike
Ridden by the small, smiling tike
Happiness is the best of taste
Unlike rotten fruit or swallowed toothpaste
Happiness is the sport you play
That you perfect and work at all adapt
Happiness is my smile in a hearty home
Where I intend to finish this poem
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
One may find it boring or lonely
Living the life of a tree
Yet with all of its daytime happenings and biotic surrounding,
It just couldn't be
The tree is covered my the dome-like sky
And sat on by countless birds
It is home to many insects
And food for vegetarian herds
It is known as a shady place for us to lay
And by gusts of wind is blown around
Is pecked and pecked by pecking peckers
And occasionally peed on by a hound
It's day can be eventful
And seems pretty interesting to me
So I won't find a trees life lonely of boring
For it cannot be
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
Moved by gusts of wind
Lighting brown and little green
Covering the ground
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
Oh, how great the benefits of a good book;
How it eases stress and clears tour head
Whether it be on a beach or hammock,
Or at night in a bed
And then there's the genres the abundence of genres
Fantasies and fictions galore
Novels, and novels, and novels, oh how many novels,
I can only dream of having more
Then theirs the our favorites, the tear jerkers, laugh producers,
And heart warmers, we cannot read without
We read, and reread, and give to our friend
Yet if not given back, cry, scram, and shout
No Matt the genre, romance or fiction or any other kind
Happiness from a book I will constantly find.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC