"sparkley" poems
I love the moon and the stars
I love the way the night sky looks above me
I love how the stars sparkle like its a coat of diamonds
And how the moon follows you everywhere so you're never really alone
I believe that there's other existence out there
Aliens
I believe in aliens, the green kind
The ones that look just like us
I believe we're not alone
I love the beauty of it all
And I also love how scary it all is
I love how looking up at that big beautiful sparkley sky, I truly believe I am not alone.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
Each day I arise,
Awaiting sunsets,
On the horizon of your mind,
Sinking low, this illuminating and colorful depiction,
Throwing colors about,
Magenta and burnt-orange,
Violet with blue,
Having missed the sunrise that is you,
Glistening sparkley eyes,
Drawn deep with longing for my awakening
In your soulful eyes,
Feeling soft the generous love,
That cannot be contained,
It is felt and wanted,
Needed,
Desired,
Cried for over sleep,
Disturbed in otherwise quiet dreams,
Held gently and admired,
Love undisturbed,
Lost I feel,
Shaken about,
Startled from this dream,
Realizing,
That love will come,
I remain parched,
Thirsty,
I wanna drink from your well,
And quench this overwhelming dryness,
But I fall short,
And never reach you,
I slowly die,
Laid to rest in this arid and desolate desert,
Falling prey,
To the burning sun,
That is you.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 7:14 AM UTC
Life was so innocent
years ago...
I would dance
while my mother would sew...
She'd haul out the tap board
made of wood...
and tell me to practice
I knew I should...
Mom was a seamstress
sewing was her game...
costumes she'd make
for me in a day...
I had sparkley tap shoes
they sounded so good...
Hop shuffle step step
I'd dance on the wood...
by ~ Judy
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
Beauty is supposed to be something that you feel
but apparently if you can't see it it's not real
To obtain perfection we keep our lips sealed
because nothing tastes as good as thin feels
Now my shoes tell another story step in them yourself
You can still see the pictures of me sitting on the shelf
And I'm laughing
And I'm happy
And I'm smiling ear to ear
But what you cannot fathom is the silence that I hear
And then she talks and I listen and I do what I'm told
Hoping that this dark rainbow has a sparkley *** of gold
And when she speaks she walks around you doesn't have a face
But that's because she's just a particle in space
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Wherever you are,
Whereas you go,
Always be sure to
Sparkley
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC