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We're on a maiden voyage, We'll sail the seven seas. We're fightin' for our Opuss rights - come join us if you please. Be sure to bring your parrot, and make sure he can rhyme...
#youngwritershousehold @Georgiastar A roaring fire, A heated blaze, A hungry beast, It remains unfazed. Red hot flames, Destroying everything, Higher than all other elements, Nature's ruthless king.
B eauty, worth a thousand: E very ship would sail; A face to 'sail' 1000 ships, U nderneath, you quail.
Roses are thrown. Violets are slashed. They held a throne. And brutally crashed. He was a king. She was a queen. They each had a ring. They ruled together indefinitely. King loved violets.
I know, late again for #household, I'll catch up at some point I promise. There was a clock, as old as he, it had been loosing time, in the same way he'd loose his teeth, or forget a word or rhyme.
The sun was here yesterday, Unfortunately it's gone away, Hidden behind the clouds- so white, Buried in beneath my kite.
My name is purple. But I am not. I like to paint the town red. And let my mother see red. I like to attend a black-tie event. And see my friends get green with envy.
I know a Miss who was on the piss Quaffing loads of cider Headhurty surely in the post With all that booze inside her Me, I'm fine, I drank my wine Then washed it down with tea I didn't need the...
#nightdwellers. We walk on our own,. In the Witching Hour,. Painting the world a dark black,. With pens in our hands,. And cats at our heels,. And midnight pitch cloaks on our backs,.
A melancholy mauve settles upon dreams, Descending quickly, but without haste, Encompassing and shrouding, smothering and clouding, So happiness dives, encapsulated, into the deep, Fearing, not...
A smile that raises the sun a mile. A wave that made someone feel saved. A laugh while you read a paragraph. A jump that turns to a thump. A giggle while you quickly wriggle.
Picture frame of life, Why do you let us leak. Do you not like our colours. Or see us as futile and weak. Picture frame of life, Why don't you care. Why aren't you bothered that you're leaking away.
I think I've found an answer... To why we #nightdwellers are. Only black ink can be inspired... By the black in the night so far. We'll stay up late to do it, It's a part of our poetic soul.
It's late at night. But I had an urge to write. Sometimes I get these itches. Ripping me like broken stitches. So I make a rhyme. To past the time. Or because words start to flow.
I look upon these pictures, these photographs of you, and wonder where the time has gone, always so much to do... I know I'm often busy / moody / tired - sometimes all three and more.
#household. All that I have. A photograph. It's pretty much. An epitaph. A hymn for love. For you and me. And a love. That cannot be. A timeless shot. Your pretty face. Beautiful. Filled with grace.
#summer But this is the edge of possibility. This summer evening, warm and fey. The toasted- almond smell pervades The streets which once were wet and grey. Feel the danger in the air.
#youngwritershousehold I gazed at the beautiful butterfly, With its detailed, delicate wings, It flutters round gracefully , It was one of those magical things.
(oops, missed the last challenge.
The world is full of numptys. Such silly humpty dumptys. If you really have the balls. To keep on falling off walls. Then Unlike the nursery rhyme. No putting you back together this time.
I only have a few words to say, They echo in the hallways of my head, The ones now left empty And hollow.
This is really late for #household peg day- appologies @nom. She pegged it on the kitty cat, she pegged it on the moon, she pegged it on her state of mind, she pegged it on a tune.
Too much going on right now. Too many things to say. Taking my mum for spine injections. Is scaring me today. I haven't posted in a bit. Except for the poem this morning.
#Household Tickity Tock Goes my clock. ~~~~~~~~ I do I do 12 Believe it's time 11 1 For bed.