18. Reader/writer/artist inspired by life and dreams. KIK: LaurOdactyl
Our naked feet danced on the untrimmed grass. It was warm under our tender soles. It was warm like we were-- like biscuits fresh out of the oven, we emanated warmth as we baked under the summer sun.
#acrostic Can a glass be half full and half not. Or is that just way too large a thought. Make a sandwich with no bread, Please tell me what that makes instead. Loaves of lies and cups of tricks.
#acrostic Shush like a duct-taped pigeon. ’Else I’ll have me a smidgen. Cut you up on a fine glass plate, Reckon you’ll taste lip-lickin’ great. Even I wouldn't dare tell a soul...
A girl so fair and young was one who held her tongue. She spent much time all by herself echoed by cries she'd sung.
Hey guys, I've finished looking through all the lovely pieces I got. I appreciate the time you put into your pieces as well as all the reposts for the challenge.
#acrostic Sugar-sweet like songs of birds, Petals burst in vibrant tune. Rhythmic like a serenade In the golden afternoon. New like fresh-made lemonade, Green grass grows for Spring’s parade.
#acrostic Sunny rays of pure delight, Purple pansies please my sight, Rainbows bloom after showers, Inviting all the springtime flowers.
Thank you so much for the #1 spot, @TheCodsPollocks. I’m really excited to have won my first competition; I couldn't have done it without the support.
#acrostic How’s my outlook for today, On this gruesome, hopeless day. Readings say today... Oh brother. Reality really is a mother.
#acrostic Rebellious and confused I was, Everything said in church was fuzz. Learning nothing as I thought; I believed in nothing taught. God knew I was gonna change. I felt it was a little...
#4lines4fun My sister, she's at it again. She really is the ultimate fool, Out in the snow with her friends today, In just a bikini, she’d thought it was cool. ___________ This is completely true.
#acrostic My dearest friend, it's been a while, Eves of many from that smile. Let me know what you adore, Are you the same as long before. Now more than ever, do you feel alive.
#acrostic Murky like swamp water, Your windows are dark. Silently waiting, The stick-shift’s in Park. Everyone’s silent, Readily violent. In you go shooting, Out with a bang: Ultimate ending.
#acrostic Man, oh, man--there’s that guy with the van, Yet again, on the curb with no obvious plan Seriously, man, the guy is a freak, That van’s been there for over a week.
#natureacrostic #acrostic Streaks of gold light up his face, Unveiling the beauty that God’s pencil traced. Never before have I seen him like this, Lit by the sun and it’s golden-glow kiss.
#natureacrostic #acrostic Swimming suits, Unlawful styles, Nude-y hoots, Ladylike smiles. Ice-cold dunks, Green-side pools, Hot-stuff hunks, The summer rules!.
It’s bright and sunny and sweet as honey as a love song plays while an old couple sways.
Slice her open wide, Sneak a peak inside. Look how pretty, Look how pretty. Such a pretty thing. Don't you make her sing. Pretty, pretty please, Don't bring her to her knees.
Lovers’ Day. What to say. It was a special day today. School was fine, I didn't whine, Though I had no valentine. I didn't care, Honest, I swear, All my sweetest friends were there.
#opussweeklychallenge Tomorrow’s V-Day, what a treat. Here’s a poem, something sweet: Love and pain strike the chest. Baby, this day, it’s the best.
Today has vowed a sky of cloud; a frivolous shroud: no daylight, or joy, or beauty allowed. Much of the day has wasted away in such a way, the birds, the people, have nothing to say.
RANT -- just my thoughts on today's society in regards to the usage of chemical mixtures we call health and beauty products. . . .
Dazzling, blue eyes sparkling with lies, barbie-blonde hair: a promiscuous guise. Her looks are deceiving, her smile is seething: a facaded figure not worth believing. People, please.
Dreamy dove, Please sit, Be still. Be patient, love. I can, You will. Marvel Man Please talk, Go on. Our worried plans, No more, They're gone. Bleeding sore, Please close, Please heal.
#acrostic Swift like a bat, Evil. Vile. Don't be fooled by her innocent smile. Underneath her, Candy lies. They've fallen to her siren cries. In the darkness Of the night, Nymphomania sinks its...
Buzzing hive, Once alive. Change of grace, Pouty face. Hunch and hum, Sorrow-some. Filled self-hate, Motivate. Take my hand, Understand. Loved are you, See it through. Just a smile, Reconcile.
Nearing edge, perfect noose, not too tight, not too loose. Flawless end, ten-foot drop, sweaty feet, motion stop. Nervous heart, frozen day, bitter soul, more delay.
#bestofopuss Mister Runaway, Put your gun away. Put your blade, Your noose, Your nothing-fun away. What do you feel. What is real. When life to you Is too surreal. What do you do. Is that quite true.
I froze in place as the group grew closer. There was a young woman in a green St. Bennett’s vest leading a man and woman who looked to be a couple.
Soft and cool, breezes of air repeatedly hit my face. My pupils painfully constricted as I opened my eyes amidst the intense light. “Just breathe,” a shadow said, hovering over me.
Slowly, surely bubbles rising. Fate determined, people sighing. Holding breath, sink below. Pressure pushing, don't let go. Pursing lips turning blue, bubbles pass, breathe untrue.
The sharp noise echoed in my head and my eyes snapped open. Clearly, we had talked enough for Rita’s lifetime because that was the first and last time we did.
“Tell me what you remember,” said Rita. “Hmm,” I breathed as I drummed my good fingers along the desk. Looking around, this place was a hell of a lot nicer than Aunt Lynn’s dingy apartment.
For all who are, have been, or have lost, the dark bridge is not one you have to cross. But if you’re already over the hump, stand up tall, do not slump.
#Colour #ColourChallenge Vegas born and Vegas raised, you were chameleon color-phased. Age adopted Vegas styles as well as many fading smiles.
Wishes of words not to come from you. Promise myself to not look blue. Dig a hole. I'll crawl inside. Bury me deep in layers of pride.
They say you go by Boo, You withering, not-so-old man, you. To most, you seem like a creep, Haunting children in their sleep, Fear and wonder spark their dreams, But ain't nothing as it seems.
#household #flashlight She sits alone in an unlit room, A girl of 15. 16 soon. Tears of black run down her face, She's lost people she can't replace.
Stand on the edge, Tied to a noose, Not too tight, Not too loose. Stepping off, One more thought, Granddad says You better not. Do not see me Way up here It's not your time, Nowhere near.
Every night, Same routine: Go to sleep, Have a dream. Morning comes, Sunlight dawns, No more rest, Cease the yawns. Bathroom time, Mirror fright, Just one look- What a sight.
Gracious guardian, Take me away, My time has come, It's my day. A sleeping beauty; Nothing but grace, From the lavender dress To the pale of her face.
My sister has pains, It's her eye she complains. She's laughing AND crying, Says she feels like she's dying. It isn't an eyelash, Not a scrape nor scratch. We can't see anything. Is it worth...
Accidentally deleted this poem __________________ Tap, tap, tap... Tap Her shoe to my chair, But I try not to care And ignore her some more.
Summer, winter, fall, spring, Whatever the weather You always hear them sing. Swirl in your sheets, As their songs fill the air, With different greets.
Father's Day, Grandfather's Day, If a father is a figure, A grandfather's just a grand one. As was my grandfather, Pete. He was a grand man, indeed. A lot like a father to me, A figure to look up...