"tothe" poems
SPRING
I slowly unfurl to the World
Stretching up to the sky blue
And sense an early morning chill
Of Spring waking me anew.
Each day grows a little warmer
As daylight hours extend
Making this leaf feel fresher,
Tothe bright sunlight I bend.
SUMMER
I’m at my most greenest now,
Hot sun burns upon my veins;
How glad am I to finally enjoy
Those cooling, copious rains.
At which point, I pour in drips,
A refreshing, rousing trickle
That falls on grass and buttercup
Teasing them with a tickle.
AUTUMN
Mists have now arrived, enshrouding
My form with heavy dew;
The greens has all but leached away,
Bled from veins no longer new.
Down below the tree are vivid reds
Browns and translucent golds
Which, increasingly each day now
People their captivation holds.
WINTER
The first frost of Winter
And a biting, northerly breeze
Cut into me,and scores of others
Were torn from their trees.
I’ve fallen now, to the ground
All wrinkled, and utterly fragile
Awaiting my final hour
Until, I meet my funeral pile…
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
A plate of french fries so greasy they were soggy
(ew, ew, ew)
Three half green oranges
A bowl of trix cereal half the size of my head
Most
(but not all)
Of a Mayfield toffee bar
The definition of eating on a whim
Those starving kids i keep hearing about
probably would've eaten the toffee bar right down tothe stick
(maybe the stick too)
and perhaps even the orange peels
then licked my the plate clean
when I
left
peels
ice cream
some ketchup on my plate
milk in my bowl
and complained
in my mind
the whole while
about how the fries weren't crispy
the toffee bar was cold and hurt my teeth
the oranges got their sticky juice on my hands
the trix milk at the bottom had too much of the cereal left in it so the texture was just a tad off
I eat on a whim
they can't even eat enough to avoid being emaciated
There's some thinking to do. . . i think
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
BE AWARE OF THE COLD, ESPECIALLY, TO YOUR FEET. YOU CAN FIND THEM FREEZING, UNABLE TO WALK A BEAT.
BE AWARE OF THE COLD, ESPECIALLY, TO YOUR HANDS. THEY CAN FEEL LIKE POP SICKLES, AND ROUGH AS SAND.
BE AWARE OF THE COLD, ESPECIALLY, TOTHE NOSE. YOU MAY FEEL LIKE ROUDOLF, FROM YOUR HEAD, DOWN TO YOUR TOES.
BE AWARE OF THE COLD, ESPECIALLY, WHEN YOU CRY. AS THE TEARS RUN DOWN YOUR FACE, PLEASE REFUSE TO DIE.
BE AWARE OF THE COLD, ESPECIALLY, TO YOUR BONES. YOU NO LONGER HAVE ENERGY, YOU JUST WANT TO GO HOME.
BY, AUTHOR & POET, SANDRA JUANITA NAILING
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
It never seems to fail every single morning..
I'm suddenly attacked without warning
& after so long you'd think I would expect it by now
But of course I always forget somehow
What's even worse is there's more than one of them
Like thorns on a rose stem
They're little ******
Playing ***** tricks
& known for ruining a perfect time
Eerie silence, not a sound, like a mime
Eliminating countless hours of your precious sleep
they will always be on the creep
hiding behind & in between
trying to remain unseen
there a well camouflaged army
& will gladly put an end to any party
have you figured out their identity yet?
at one point, I'm positive you have had the pleasure to meet
An unusual type of criminal
committing crimes that were quite predictable
like catching fish with a hook & bait
....they're always on time, not a second late
Soooooo..... do you think you can guess?
Or are you still clueless?
Here us what I'll do
I'll give you a few bits for a little clue
It comes down from the sky
Stare too long & you'll begin to cry
It can make you sneeze
Nutrients it brings tothe plants & the trees
In the wind it can make it warm
& always brings joy & peace after a storm
Sometimes it requires dark glasses to see
it can cause uncontrollable giggles & cheerful glee
Ok I guess I can tell you now...
Relax geeeeez, don't have a cow!!!
Last clue I'm going to say
NO MATTER WHAT, it'll NEVER go away
Only will it temporarily disappear at night
It's the bright rays of suns light!!!
**** IT! Who let sun in?!
being awake this early should be a sin
One morning could you just gimme a break???
....for goodness sake!!
Well I guess I'll get outta bed
I tried to argue & my case was plead
I did my best
To redeem my rest
Simply there just isn't much else left
I've been a victim of sleep theft!!!
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
Racists...
you might be blinded tothe beauty of your pasty skin
but
there is so much more going on in the background
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC