Coffee Rain
In my world, the clouds of sugar empty coffee rain, On to roads of cinnamon pavings, Trees of cloves and nutmeg houses.
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In my world, the clouds of sugar empty coffee rain, On to roads of cinnamon pavings, Trees of cloves and nutmeg houses.
Please lend me your ears And tell you a story Of midnight fun And morning glory Of days gone by In days of old I've got a story That's begging to be told.
Fill my head with words And a story let it tell Of my sad and lonely life Mainly spent in hell.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, Snow White's the fairest of them all. Well that's not fair, it's just not right. Have you seen her in bed at night.
A mirror for you A mirror for me We all look in the same one And different things we see. Some see comfort Some see pain Some see beauty Are they vain.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder The truth if ever it was spoken But beauty isn't bleach blond hair It's the strength of someone broken It's the smile of that little boy Whom cancer ravaged...
How can I describe. In rhyme. In rhythm. No. I tried for month but no matter how I tried. It wasn't right.. not yet. For what I am trying to describe. It is solely indescribable.
I stare in the mirror, and what do I see, this ugly thing starring back at me. It has some hips, a curve or two, a blemish here, make that a few.
My mirror is broken, It tells of great lies. My tummy is flatter, I'm sure I had thighs. I know that I'm fitter, I've gained 20 pounds. My hair was once neat, Now looks like a hounds.
Chosen by @sjw I've thought about this one a lot And the job location would be hot I think it would be on the beach And cooling drinks would be in reach...
Some people have their blue days... Well, mine are grey and yellow. Some people have their red days... Well I'll stay white with mellow. Some people have their green days...
My poems are thoughts. That come from my mind. Some of them dirty. Some can be kind. I can write fiction. Or even the truth. My sexual poems. Go through the roof. Sometimes you won't like.
Chosen by...@leelee101 I don't want much to make me smile Something nice once in a while I do not need to dance till late To make a really perfect date.
I was slow to finish but quick to start. I'm hard and strong yet soft of heart. I'm soft and loving yet never cry. I love to shop yet never buy. I like smart clothes but never dress smart.
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Rain,rain,rain why so dull The rivers and streams are so full.
Written for @qwertysss my school friend and fellow Opuss writer who has used all of these beautiful words but denies she can write a good story.
I've not been here long I'm still exploring.
Abarth; Beautiful Car Dreams Endure, Far Gives Happiness, Indeed Jealousy Kills Love, Marries Needs. Old Pen Quills Rewrite Superseded Time, Underwrite Valuation: Wow.
Your mission should you choose to accept it. Astound me with your words, thoughts and wit. Take me to magic places, near or far. To journeys on planets, moons and stars.
When I write poems about you. I write with ink because. Pencils actually erase themselves if you ignore them for too long. And ballpoint pens sometimes run out.
I run with the winds and wish to fly. To soar up with the birds into the sky. I wish to say what's on my mind. And for all people to be kind. Where everyone is golden and happy.
I may not be handsome. With smashing good looks. I may not be smart. And read lots of books. I may not like country. Or jazz and techno. Or play the guitar. Or a little banjo. My cars not the best.
Today I woke this morning, And something wasn't right, I couldn't put my finger on it, I tried with all my might.