24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Dreaming puppies running
To new imagined places
Yelping with shaking paws
Remembering a life before
Perhaps seeing what’s to be
Puppies courageous in sleep
Legs held straight and high
Vulnerable in another world
Showing trust finally at home
Write a poem about a gift, real or imagined, fantastical or boring.
This one got rather short again. But only one left!!
It has been so long
No pencils used
No markers uncapped
All left to collect dust
Sketchbooks kept closed
All left till inspiration comes
Stacy is a teenager she makes all teenagers feel comfortable
Her style and flow is cool
Never being a snob is just not her style
Stacy is full of gratitude joy and endless adventures and excitement
Stacy loves to go to the beach
She loves the sun sand and trees
Stacy is a nature lover
Her demeanor is one of a great character
She enjoys the company of her friends
Stacy can be smart mouth from time to time
She lives in a purple gated community
Her dreams and aspirations are to become
An inspiration and a good leader to all
Teens she come in contact with
Habble skirt and punky bruster socks
I sure you know which era she came from
Dice board game, jaks and hop scotch
Are games she would play most of her spear time the songs she listened
were off the charts cris cross will make you jump jump,
Como la flor made her day
Last but not least she played the video game called Mario brothers
guess if your reading this you can never guess
Who Stacy really is because you never met Stacy before.
All rights reserved copyrighted(c)2020 Roxann A Harvey-Lawrence
Only to those who truly seek
rest
is a glimpse of the truth even
possible
It’s never really over
Right now I’d give anything
For my friend to walk behind me
Wrap her tiny arm around me
And rest her chin on my shoulder
Looking at the computer screen with me
As we sigh in comfortable companionship
Where does she go
When I cannot see her?
I can see her toes from under the door
But I am on the other side of it.
I wave my paw by my eyeball trying to reach her.
Why is she laughing?
Where does she go
When I cannot see her?
I hear big water splashing
And I am afraid that she is drowning!
I jump through the thin plastic to save her~
But suddenly there is yelling…
Where does she go
When I cannot see her?
Where did this giant fabric mountain
Under the bedcovers come from?
Did something just wiggle?
I think I should attack it!
Where does she go
When I cannot see her?
Did she really leave the house?
Does she not know how much I need her?!
Morning grass is damp
Small violets refreshed
Yellow buttercups revived
Waiting roots are relieved
Leaves hang low before
Sun can wipe the dew
Then will rise in time
Reaching for daylight
Silence in between
Before it all begins again
Do violets and buttercups
Wonder why they’re here
When I need inspiration
he sits with me at night.
Why others can not see him
I just don’t think it’s right.
But he’s my quacky little turtle
who helps me write away.
When I can’t think of the perfect word
I know I want to say.
I ask him to complete my sentences
and how to place them so.
That everything will just make sense
and then away my fingers go.
He hides right in the corner
Yet no one knows he’s there.
But when he sees me struggling
he’ll pop out with a phrase to share.
I guess he’s only for me
Cuz I’m the writing buff.
And I’m the one who needs him
When I just need a tug!
by Del Bates