Take a look at a flower that we adore And observe this precious creation to the core.
Those tiny petals free themselves from the bud And bend towards the ray of light Workshipping sun to stay on sight Though sunlight is absent at night.
Day by day this flower blooms Revealing its beauty even in gloom The production of honey sweet scent Introduces us of its own patent Attracting those diligent bees Flirting with vibrant butterflies To generously share its honey product Cause life is all about giving without doubt!
A blooming flower; a genuine wonder Asking us to thoroughly ponder How significant its existence in nature Teaching us not to stop hoping for the future As this flower will not stop blooming Until its growth has fully matured.
Has been obligated to write a shape poem that I never tried before. It took me almost two hours to write this simple poem, ISTG it is soooo hard :'( And I can't share the actual result/pic of my shape poem here ><
' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' . I am that land so barren with a dreary lonely life, seeking rain to end this strife. I am living in nothingness. But there is an oasis in my tear duct, fertile spot, an emotion still left in me keeping me alive, bringing back my will. I now know the point, the reason why they arrive, them tears in my life.
A shape poem. :) Don't know if it's good. Have a good read. :D
She makes love to him with words spilling ink of passion on paper. She creates the sensual mood with each ****** of her pen splattered on the sheets. She caresses his flesh in every love letter. She kisses up and down his length in sentences and prose. She tastes all his masculine scent without ever speaking a word. She bites his lip and tilts her hips in between the lines. She paints a picture that makes him hard for his release and it only took her mind.
. You pulled the gun, when you listened to your doubts, your fears and your jealousy. You shattered my trust and then made me feel guilty, you wanted to pretend that we were not bleeding. We were living on memories of better days, and each day we were getting closer to n o w h e r e and that is why I decided to pull the t r i g g e r so we could finally bury the corpse of our b r o k e n f e e l i n g s
I'm not good enough I can't do this I have no talent They won't care a I m I'm locked inside a cage m a that I built myself p f But I can't get out a a I can't escape t i from my own mind h l e u Help me t r I'm trapped i e c I would never make the diference I'm dumb I can't write I'm done
Though on the whole it's a bad spell of whaethre ☼
One or two gales will be p T a H s R s O i U n G g H
All caused by a bit of low pressure ☼
Indeed the forecast is rather P aT C Hy ☼
But those narrow bands of r a r i a n i . n . . . . . will pass ☼
By the end of today though you will see ƎƧЯƎVƎЯ ƧᎮИIHT ☼
And there will be SUNNY PERIODS ☼☼ AT ☼☼ LAST ☼☼
Never know with these Calligrams and Shape Poems on computers how they come out on Readers' screens but I do love them so. This one was inspired by the weather in the UK today and the BBC Weather Report at 7:30 am (GMT) which was filled with the usual clichés referring to patterns of weather. Hope it works.
Her only vice was that of ****** promiscuity You couldn’t blame her—the girl had daddy issues, Body issues, the blood red American bit her lip, and hit a rip, then flicked the tip Don’t blame her she blamed herself enough, she Popped, snapped, snorted, puffed, ******, squirted A sweet escape hypodermically inserted Straight to the heart of Texas She had her lo ng list of exes Vices collect their dues.