Goodnes poems on Hello Poetry

Abaigeal Skye Jan 2014

In the beginning
Goodness was enough.
That timid boy
Called your home phone
Answering to a gruff father
Demanding to know
What
When
Why
How
Who
Would be calling for his daughter.
An Adam's apple bobbing up and down,
Like a buoy on the shoreline,
Searching for his own name.
A sea of thought
For a simple question.

In the beginning
Goodnes was enough.
The timid boy
Inches next to her
Scooting closer
Scratching against the wooden grain
Of the mossy park bench.
A half moon dawned on his face
As she tenderly intertwined her hand
With his.

In the beginning
Goodnes was enough.
Hands spun around,
At lightning speed.
Asking for *something more.
Her mind whirled
With the greyness of confusion.
She would do anything to keep him.
*A sea of thought
For a simple question.

RedBerry Oct 2019

Ripe Peaches

Sweet peaches
Round, pink and soft
They are all mine, not for you though.

You keep on looking, I know you do
But don't worry, I understand,
You want a taste of them too.

Not to be rude,
But I don't like to share.
My sweet, pink peaches are not on sale.

You keep on starring,
Would you please stop?
How many times,
Should I say no?

Smelling like goodnes,
They sweet and ripe,
You'll never find others,
Looking like mine.

You seem hungry,
Hungry for my peaches?
How silly you are,
Just keep on dreaming.

Oh, look
It's already so late,
But before I go, let me remind you,
You won't get any today.

Sweet, rosy, and ripe, you too want a taste of my peaches now?

#peachsweetrosycuteminenotyours

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