Sparkling
Effervescent
Sweet
You're better than Summertime's best treat.
Refreshing
Tantalizing
Cool
You keep me coming back for more.
Enticing
Delightfulness
Fresh
Your kiss is like pink lemonade.
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Monday, April 18, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Tree Of Hearts
In the forest grows a tree -- a peculiar plant with flowering hearts
Twasn't always the lonely silent sentinel of the woods
Once a beautiful princess until a witch's curse rooted her to that place
She once had a sister who strayed from castle walls that kept her safe
Because her sister was filled with jealousy over a prince who loved her tenderly
The young princess was doomed -- her heart poisoned against all love
Her sister came and struck a deal, becoming a tree while her sister was spared
Now the tree waits for the curse to end while her sister lives without her memory
Others come to pluck her fruit to cure their ills and heal their hearts
While the Tree of Hearts waits for her sister to come and free her from the wretched curse
Until her prince rides by one day and sees the beauty inside the tree
He implores her then to tell the tale and asks how he can set her free
Her freedom then became his quest and he sought her sister to bring her there
But the younger princess remembered not the one who'd sacrificed for her
She wouldn't go to see the tree and the prince began to feel despair
'Til one day she began to look at him and again want to keep him for herself
He finally led her through the wood after promising a kiss as her reward
And when she stood and faced the tree a heart fell and landed at her feet
She picked it up and and gazed at it and the spell was broken instantly
The princess stepped out of the trunk into her prince's arms with love
Her jealous sister loosed a scream then she became a poison tree
The princess left her with a heart to free her if she'd take a bite
But envy kept her sister there refusing love from one who'd cared
While the Tree of Hearts wed her prince and lived her life with happiness
Twasn't always the lonely silent sentinel of the woods
Once a beautiful princess until a witch's curse rooted her to that place
She once had a sister who strayed from castle walls that kept her safe
Because her sister was filled with jealousy over a prince who loved her tenderly
The young princess was doomed -- her heart poisoned against all love
Her sister came and struck a deal, becoming a tree while her sister was spared
Now the tree waits for the curse to end while her sister lives without her memory
Others come to pluck her fruit to cure their ills and heal their hearts
While the Tree of Hearts waits for her sister to come and free her from the wretched curse
Until her prince rides by one day and sees the beauty inside the tree
He implores her then to tell the tale and asks how he can set her free
Her freedom then became his quest and he sought her sister to bring her there
But the younger princess remembered not the one who'd sacrificed for her
She wouldn't go to see the tree and the prince began to feel despair
'Til one day she began to look at him and again want to keep him for herself
He finally led her through the wood after promising a kiss as her reward
And when she stood and faced the tree a heart fell and landed at her feet
She picked it up and and gazed at it and the spell was broken instantly
The princess stepped out of the trunk into her prince's arms with love
Her jealous sister loosed a scream then she became a poison tree
The princess left her with a heart to free her if she'd take a bite
But envy kept her sister there refusing love from one who'd cared
While the Tree of Hearts wed her prince and lived her life with happiness
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Snowflake
The snowflake falls
whirling, twirling, dancing along
perfect symmetry, unequalled beauty
unique in all the world
Born in a cloud
some will say, with certainty
Those who don't believe
in the magic of creation
Maybe she's a love child
born to a fairy princess
and an ice king
ill-fated lovers kept apart
Separated by Winter's chill
seeking a way to come together
allowed only a few moments
before they steal back to their homes
Could such a perfect creation
be born from something
other than the purest of loves
and the warmest of hearts
Or did it really
simply come about
as water freezing in a cloud
and simply striking chords of whimsy?
whirling, twirling, dancing along
perfect symmetry, unequalled beauty
unique in all the world
Born in a cloud
some will say, with certainty
Those who don't believe
in the magic of creation
Maybe she's a love child
born to a fairy princess
and an ice king
ill-fated lovers kept apart
Separated by Winter's chill
seeking a way to come together
allowed only a few moments
before they steal back to their homes
Could such a perfect creation
be born from something
other than the purest of loves
and the warmest of hearts
Or did it really
simply come about
as water freezing in a cloud
and simply striking chords of whimsy?
Monday, September 20, 2010
Doll Face
You leave me sitting
on the shelf
a China doll
You're afraid to break
And yet, the only fragile part
Is my living, beating heart
You leave me packed up
in a box
A plastic Barbie
So I won't become a mess
And yet the messed up part of me
Is my lack of reality
You leave me lying
on the floor
A stuffed ragdoll
So I won't have to think
And yet the best thing inside my head
Is the brain you didn't see
Put my parts together
Watch me work
You'll see that I'm more
Than a pretty face
perfect hair and vacant eyes
I'm a living doll
A work of art
Living, breathing, imperfect parts
Most likely to be
A danger to your heart
So take me down, dust me off
I'll be a surprise
You didn't expect
Just please don't leave me
On the shelf
on the shelf
a China doll
You're afraid to break
And yet, the only fragile part
Is my living, beating heart
You leave me packed up
in a box
A plastic Barbie
So I won't become a mess
And yet the messed up part of me
Is my lack of reality
You leave me lying
on the floor
A stuffed ragdoll
So I won't have to think
And yet the best thing inside my head
Is the brain you didn't see
Put my parts together
Watch me work
You'll see that I'm more
Than a pretty face
perfect hair and vacant eyes
I'm a living doll
A work of art
Living, breathing, imperfect parts
Most likely to be
A danger to your heart
So take me down, dust me off
I'll be a surprise
You didn't expect
Just please don't leave me
On the shelf
Labels:
Doll Face,
fantasy vs. reality,
poem,
what's inside
Monday, August 30, 2010
A Story With An End
Once upon a time
never seems to come
Sometimes I get so close
but it always slips away
A fairy tale come true
is what I'd like to have
But the mysteries of life
are what my life's about
Will I ever find a prince
upon a big white horse
The thriller that I seek
is hidden in blank pages
Yet my biography I hope
will tell a simple story
That happily ever after
came at the end of my life's tale
Labels:
A Story With An End,
Dreams,
Hope,
life's tale,
poem
Monday, August 16, 2010
Steampunk Princess
There's a steampunk princess
with her regal airs
You'll see her head in the clouds,
her feet in her boots
She's got romantic notions
and a technical streak
She won't fall for a knight
but a chivalrous geek
Her heart's in the details
while her head's in the game
Everyone loves her
they just can't stay away
There's no one quite like her
which is all for the best
Since all princesses are special
with their own unique gifts
with her regal airs
You'll see her head in the clouds,
her feet in her boots
She's got romantic notions
and a technical streak
She won't fall for a knight
but a chivalrous geek
Her heart's in the details
while her head's in the game
Everyone loves her
they just can't stay away
There's no one quite like her
which is all for the best
Since all princesses are special
with their own unique gifts
Labels:
being yourself,
poem,
Steampunk Princess,
uniqueness
Monday, August 9, 2010
A Fine Line
There's a fine line
between love and hate
when someone dear
has thrust the blade.
There are a thousand shades
between black and white
with infinite greys
grading wrong and right.
There are a million pieces
between big and small
in the puzzle of life
we all try to fit in.
There are infinite worlds
between here and there
in the concept of friendship
when one doesn't care.
Yet it takes only one word
between two people
for one to understand
or for another to walk away.
You never know which way it falls
between your words
and another's ears
unless they cross the line as well.
between love and hate
when someone dear
has thrust the blade.
There are a thousand shades
between black and white
with infinite greys
grading wrong and right.
There are a million pieces
between big and small
in the puzzle of life
we all try to fit in.
There are infinite worlds
between here and there
in the concept of friendship
when one doesn't care.
Yet it takes only one word
between two people
for one to understand
or for another to walk away.
You never know which way it falls
between your words
and another's ears
unless they cross the line as well.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Vivid Colors
Traipsing through the tall green grass
Our afternoon did slowly pass
Beneath the sky of rolling blue
I spent the most wonderful time with you
As we frolicked beneath the sun of yellow
Our feelings were relaxed and mellow
If I could just stop the shifting sands
Or stop the movement of time's hands
As the sun fades into pink
It made me stop to really think
How perfect moments come to pass
When we wish they'd always last
And someday when my sky is grey
I'll look back fondly on this day
I'll see it in a hue of red
The details vivid in my head
Time passes quickly and colors fade
But that's why portraits must be made
To keep in life the vivid hues
Of days spent gaily with my muse
Labels:
lasting friendship,
poem,
time with loved ones,
Vivid Colors
Monday, July 19, 2010
A Way With Words
It's true, you have a way with words
It's something I admire
You paint a picture with some of them
That you call poetry
Others you conduct effortlessly
Into lyrics that I love
Some words you pluck right from the air
And create a killer tale
But the word that you use best is when
You simply call me friend!
It's something I admire
You paint a picture with some of them
That you call poetry
Others you conduct effortlessly
Into lyrics that I love
Some words you pluck right from the air
And create a killer tale
But the word that you use best is when
You simply call me friend!
Labels:
A Way With Words,
admiration,
creativity,
friendship,
poem,
writing
Monday, July 12, 2010
A Seed of Joy
I met a man on the street one day
Everyone he met tried to get out of his way
Not one kind word did he have to say
As he passed by me, he dropped a seed
I picked it up and called him heed
He glared at me, said he had no need
So in my pocket it did go
At home in the garden I'd gladly sow
And wait to see if it would grow
I'd ne'er seen one like that seed before
How I should tend it -- I was unsure
Yet I continued with my little chore
The little seed every day I'd tend
I spoke to it like a sunny friend
And soon little shoots began to unbend
It's leaves were reaching for the sky
The bush was growing rather high
I saw that buds were growing nigh
Finally the bush burst into bloom
Each flower was a wispy plume
Waving away any trace of gloom
One day I saw that man so sour
From whom I'd gotten my lovely flower
Across his angry face a glower
I asked him to come along with me
The plant I wanted him to see
And when he did, he was filled with glee
His reaction made my own heart sing
At the thought of one small simple thing
Over what shared joy can truly bring
And the next time I saw him on the street
I saw every person he did meet
Walk away with a smile most sweet
Everyone he met tried to get out of his way
Not one kind word did he have to say
As he passed by me, he dropped a seed
I picked it up and called him heed
He glared at me, said he had no need
So in my pocket it did go
At home in the garden I'd gladly sow
And wait to see if it would grow
I'd ne'er seen one like that seed before
How I should tend it -- I was unsure
Yet I continued with my little chore
The little seed every day I'd tend
I spoke to it like a sunny friend
And soon little shoots began to unbend
It's leaves were reaching for the sky
The bush was growing rather high
I saw that buds were growing nigh
Finally the bush burst into bloom
Each flower was a wispy plume
Waving away any trace of gloom
One day I saw that man so sour
From whom I'd gotten my lovely flower
Across his angry face a glower
I asked him to come along with me
The plant I wanted him to see
And when he did, he was filled with glee
His reaction made my own heart sing
At the thought of one small simple thing
Over what shared joy can truly bring
And the next time I saw him on the street
I saw every person he did meet
Walk away with a smile most sweet
Labels:
A Seed of Joy,
poem,
reap what you sow,
sharing joy
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Love Letter
Words written down that are just for me
wrapped up in their secrecy
Sentiments bound from pen to impart
drawing the picture from your heart
I never thought I'd ever see
words expressed so eloquently
It's more than enough to make me smile
to know you thought I was worth the while
So thank you for stopping to take the time
To write for me a simple rhyme
Pressed in a book from long ago
So when I opened it up, I would know
Whatever may come you're always there
In this life that we have shared
wrapped up in their secrecy
Sentiments bound from pen to impart
drawing the picture from your heart
I never thought I'd ever see
words expressed so eloquently
It's more than enough to make me smile
to know you thought I was worth the while
So thank you for stopping to take the time
To write for me a simple rhyme
Pressed in a book from long ago
So when I opened it up, I would know
Whatever may come you're always there
In this life that we have shared
Monday, June 7, 2010
Slow Days Of Summer
The grass is green
The sun is high
The flowers bloom
Birds fly by
Long days are here
Life's slowing down
There's time to spare
For a dandelion crown
I've not a care
Besides this book
Bees buzz by
This babbling brook
If something needs done
I'll do it sometime
But I'm not in a hurry
It's summertime!
The sun is high
The flowers bloom
Birds fly by
Long days are here
Life's slowing down
There's time to spare
For a dandelion crown
I've not a care
Besides this book
Bees buzz by
This babbling brook
If something needs done
I'll do it sometime
But I'm not in a hurry
It's summertime!
Labels:
laziness,
poem,
Slow Days Of Summer,
summertime
Monday, May 31, 2010
One Little Body
A soft fawn head
against my leg
A gentle paw
to tap my handThe softest fur
beneath my hand
A graceful tail
greeting me homeA cold wet nose
in early morn
A warm little tongue
that licks my foot
And two golden eyes
to see my heart
All in one perfect body
that I call my dog
Labels:
dogs,
Love,
One Little Body,
perfect make up,
poem
Monday, May 24, 2010
I Believe In Fairy Tales
As a little girl
I believed in knights in shining armor
magic in the water
and happily ever after
Then I grew up
I had to slay my own dragons
look at the grass beneath my feet
and the realities of the world
But I believe
that my feet can be on the ground
while my head's in the clouds
and my heart beats free
Because of you
I have a knight in rusty armor
A dragon in my pocket
and a mermaid's song
Life is a fairy tale
as long as you see beyond
the once upon a time
to the happily ever after
So dream your dreams
see the world
live in both
and find your balance
I believed in knights in shining armor
magic in the water
and happily ever after
Then I grew up
I had to slay my own dragons
look at the grass beneath my feet
and the realities of the world
But I believe
that my feet can be on the ground
while my head's in the clouds
and my heart beats free
Because of you
I have a knight in rusty armor
A dragon in my pocket
and a mermaid's song
Life is a fairy tale
as long as you see beyond
the once upon a time
to the happily ever after
So dream your dreams
see the world
live in both
and find your balance
Monday, May 17, 2010
Just For Me
Birthday wrapping
lots of cake
streamers hanging
songs sung loudly
just for me
But that's not what
I really want
It's just a minute
of your time
just for me
You seem so busy
you never call
the rest of the year
you have no time
just for me
What I'd give
to hear your voice
out of the blue
reaching out
just for me
My birthday party
would mean so much
if I felt you knew who I am
and if you'd come
just for me
Is there hope
if I reach out
will you have a minute
that you can spare
just for me
It's all I really wanted
not cake
or gifts
just to know you're out there
just for me
lots of cake
streamers hanging
songs sung loudly
just for me
But that's not what
I really want
It's just a minute
of your time
just for me
You seem so busy
you never call
the rest of the year
you have no time
just for me
What I'd give
to hear your voice
out of the blue
reaching out
just for me
My birthday party
would mean so much
if I felt you knew who I am
and if you'd come
just for me
Is there hope
if I reach out
will you have a minute
that you can spare
just for me
It's all I really wanted
not cake
or gifts
just to know you're out there
just for me
Monday, May 10, 2010
Mother's Gift
A hand to hold
when times are tough
A word to help
get my courage up
A heart to love
when I need it most
A dream to share
when I give up hope
A laugh to delight
as we share a joke
Then wings to fly
when the time is right
A mother's gift
is beyond compare
when times are tough
A word to help
get my courage up
A heart to love
when I need it most
A dream to share
when I give up hope
A laugh to delight
as we share a joke
Then wings to fly
when the time is right
A mother's gift
is beyond compare
Monday, May 3, 2010
Tiny Bubbles
If I could keep
this perfect moment with you
wrapped in a bubble
I would keep it
carefully wrapped
like the world's greatest treasure should be
I wish I had kept
all of our moments
treasured every one
and could take each one out
to look at again and again
We're no longer together
but those moments in my heart
are greater treasure
than the finest gold or trinkets
because I loved you
And you loved me
this perfect moment with you
wrapped in a bubble
I would keep it
carefully wrapped
like the world's greatest treasure should be
I wish I had kept
all of our moments
treasured every one
and could take each one out
to look at again and again
We're no longer together
but those moments in my heart
are greater treasure
than the finest gold or trinkets
because I loved you
And you loved me
Monday, April 26, 2010
Warts And All
I want you to see me
flawless, perfect, unblemished
To show the very best
that I know I have inside
And yet...
You find me in my mistakes
dirty, scarred, uncharitable
And the surprise is
You love me for those things
The miracle in being
That those things I wish most to hide
Are the endearments that draw you
And cause you to be perfect in my eyes
flawless, perfect, unblemished
To show the very best
that I know I have inside
And yet...
You find me in my mistakes
dirty, scarred, uncharitable
And the surprise is
You love me for those things
The miracle in being
That those things I wish most to hide
Are the endearments that draw you
And cause you to be perfect in my eyes
Labels:
Imperfection,
Love,
poem,
shortcomings,
Warts And All
Monday, April 19, 2010
Lilac
I am old.
I am not the puppy I once was.
But I can still run
In dreams full of endless meadows and rabbits.
There are many things I will not do.
I won't go for walks.
I won't listen to the word no.
I won't go back to sleep early in the morning.
I won't volunteer for rides in the car.
But I will love you
With all my heart.
And I will also always steal from the trash when I can.
I hope you understand.
Labels:
compassion,
dogs,
Lilac,
Love,
poem,
understanding
Monday, April 12, 2010
Blueberry
I was born to be the companion of a king
or a queen
But I'm happy to be a companion
to you
Let's just sit here together
for a while
And then later, I'll let you wait on me
hand and foot
Just remember when you'e sad
I'll be the one
To lick away your tears and listen
To all that's on your heart
This is the real reason you wait on me
and treat me like a queen
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