If I could hold the world
But only for a day
I'd marvel at such life
And watch it melt away

If I could kiss a star
And whisper in its ear
I'd like to tell a joke
So it twinkles bright all year

Roses and bluebells,
Sweet dreams and wish-wells
And pebbles that shine in the sun.
And games fairies play for fun.

bell rings and harp strings
And sweet rhymes to sing.
Jewelled butterflies,
And firefly skies;
Magic's alive in the spring.

I'd like to hear a flower
Take its *******
When first sunbeam stops
To illuminate dew drops

I bet it sounds sweet
clear like a bells' beat
Ringing soft and pure
Euphoric and demure

Let me tell you something, Sir

You are the reason of my endless waits.
You, Sir, are the reason
Women like me drink coffee at 10 p.m
Believing that maybe
Only maybe
I would hear your voice at 3 a.m
Before I unwillingly fall asleep at 3:10 a.m
To wake up the next morning cursing my coffee.



-LynnAA

Late night resolutions
Never seem to stay;
As though the wings of my dreams
Carry them away.

I meant to get up early..
And woke an hour late.
And in my rush I forgot
To eat healthy from my plate.

And by the time I got to school,
Looking like a giant fool
The homework due, I didn't do
And on my PJ's, spots of drool.

And though it didn't go as planned...
I swear, tomorrow- this is no lie!
Ill get out of my soft warm bed
Well....at least for once I'll actually try

Probably.

Those tiny buds blossom;
Like miracles,
Or prayers from the dead.
Uncurling like a baby's fist
White then pink then red.
I forgot how I missed
Those precious beads of life
A transient ode to the suns' first kiss
An end to unending winter,
death, and strife.
The start of new life.

Someone, Somewhere, loves you

and you are merely an idea.

A skim on the surface between daydream and  reality.

Every flaw is sculpted as perfection in their eyes

they see only beauty flowing from your pores.

on good days and bad.

they are unaware of your eyes by color but know the twinkle that reflects off each when you laugh

they know you not by the feel of your bones or the caress of your curves but only the warmth of your touch

your image burns bright white,

and the radiant light that shines from the hair they know not by color, brings hope to their heart.

somewhere, someone, is thinking of you.

you and only you.

if the voices become to loud, imagine theirs louder.

if the walls cave in, imagine their arms stronger.

When everyone is telling you No, listen for their screams Yes.

If you feel alone, wipe the tears from your cheeks and remember that someone loves you.

Poets do not work everyday
They write continually
But
To a poet
Antagonizing over paper
And word is life
And the words never cease!
Poets take obscurity
And slam it into reality
Like a ****
Simply
Growing out of the sidewalk
Is not just a ****
But a metaphor
It is almost maddening!
A love hate relationship
As cliche as they come
But poets carry on
And find hilarity in madness
And truth
When there is not much else