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Anais Vionet Mar 2023
Give me a spring morning, far from winter’s troubles.
On an earth axis-turned toward the life-giving sun.

Announce it with tulips and trumpets of yellow daffodils.

Watch as young, colorful, impressionist, bluebell,
dogwood, snowdrop, and primrose blossoms preen,
in the candid radiance of the abaxial springtime sun.

Enjoy new life dancing, playfully on tactile wafts of warm air.

Inhale that air, freshly fragranced by flowers in luscious bloom.

Catch the bright chirp of new life and hear the humble
buzz of bees hard at their work, spreading the pollen of life.  

Then lengthen these hopeful, verdant days, like a blessing.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Tactile: perceptible by touch.

Sure, it doesn’t feel like spring yet, I’m going with it, but I’m thirsty for it.
Allysa Jen Dec 2022
Christmas is the great pine tree;
With red and green boxes filled with glee.
Lights light up like stars so randomly.
Kids were good and didn't lie
"Santa, please give me a gift!" says Kai

The giggle of the children fill the streets.
People waiting for midnight fill the seats;
Filipino Spaghetti with a sauce so sweet,
With different fresh pastry for kids to eat.
Christ's birthday is such a treat.
"Christmas is a yellow filled room even as green and red graced the walls and the ornaments."

My teacher told us to give atleast 3 pairs of rhyming words, 3 figures of speech, 3 sound devices and 3 sensory imagery in our poem. Where do you think I put them??
Cody Haag Nov 2022
I'm in love with the idea of being in love,
Of kissing a boy, of having enough.
I trust in the process of having trust,
Of flying free like the happiest dove.
I'm in love with the idea of being in love,
But more so in love with all of the above.
This one's a little weird, but I like it.
Hera Oct 2022
To be an artist is to be free, free of my own thoughts and ideas
Free from other's expectation and standards
Free from everything except the artist itself, me
I carve, I paint, I draw, I create
To satisfy my mind and souls' desire
Artist conveys what's in their head
Artist express what's in their heart
Artist tries to build connection in between people's heart
Just like how chef prepares a dish
WIth thorough preference of smell, taste, and texture,
Artist prepares masterpiece to appease the eyes with perfect features
Life is like an art
With an artist giving color to one's life
An artist never doubts his own outlook
Artist uses it to be converted into book
A book, full of experience and emotion
A book, soon to be shared and unfolded to the nation
When an artist loses its way
Art will find you to make you stay
In silence, in chaos
It doesn't matter
As long as it's always what we choose.
Ram Varma Jul 2022
As abditive
as I am,
a vestige
of her presence
sets my heart
pounding-
wanting
to be heard
in the din;
to be seen
in a crowd;
to be in
the warmth
of her arms...
i was about to give up and stop
stop looking for someone and accept the fact
the fact that i would be alone for a while
a while without the warmth of another soul
another soul like yours igniting a spark
a spark in the deepest part of my heart
Jammit Janet Jun 2022
Melting into the warmth that is you,
Melting into the dream that came true.
louella Apr 2022
you and me
and our cheesy
selves
twinkling as the ashes
burst out of the effervescent
bonfire
i’m wearing your
awfully
baggy
sweater and
i look like a little
marshmallow
in an old mug
of hot cocoa
you pull me into your
sturdy arms
the breeze whips through
whistling like a singsong
we’re cuddled up next
by the snug heat
of the wood burning
orange sheet
you’re holding me
around my belly
(you know how much
i hate that word)
the fire builds cityscapes
and countrysides
and warm embraces
cheeks are rosy
hearts are cozy
ashy smoky
atmosphere
burning bark
and rustic willow
leaves chattering
murmuring
in the silence
of the
frozen in time
night
i fall asleep
in your lap
so you lay me down
tenderly
and i still smell the
smoldering fire
as you put the flame
to rest
and the hazy smoke
envelops our stationary
bodies
flawlessly
appressed
just imagining a woods with a small opening in between a million (probably a thousand, but a million sounds more dramatic) thick trees. little bonfire love and hearty hugs <3

4/20/22
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