Gazing at the heavens
stars from the past
light the night sky
as water falls like a moonbeam
Lisa Allen Hyde
LisaAllenHyde
Lisa Allen Hyde is the pen name of a writer living in Northern California. She enjoys travel, live music and spontaneity. She thinks that daydreams are underrated and when not daydreaming, she loves delving into a good book. This is her second Poetry Half Marathon. Instagram: Lisa_Allen_Hyde
When the Trees Whisper
Silent they stand
Watching over us
Unbothered by squirrels climbing
And birds nesting
But when the wind comes
Their secrets they spill
Whispering to one another
As gossip passes across town
Neighbors agitated by these sentinels’ betrayals
Doors slam, tempers rise, heads ache
Wind dies, calm is restored
Magic Haiku
All smoke and mirrors
A magical illusion
The curtain comes down
I am
I am
The smile that forms
When I hear my favorite song
I am
The sparkle in my eye
When I explore uncharted territory
I am
The sound of my voice
When I talk about something I love
I am
The laughter that comes
When joking with friends
I am
The arms embracing my child
When he needs his mother
I am
The tears that fall
When I remember heartache
I am
More than the sum of my parts
When I forget my self worth
I am
More than I think that I am
When self doubt rages inside of me
I am
The only one like me
The. Only. One.
And that’s a good thing.