A silly poem with a serious meaning. Photo by mali maeder on Pexels.com Plastic. Invented in our lifetime but could be the death of all It clogs our seas and rivers, and on wildlife takes its toll It starts out big and bulky like a four-pint thing of milk But breaks down to microplastics, quite …
23rd October 2021 Here is a challenge Write a poem where the first letters in each line are in alphabetical order.1) A ... ... ...2) B ... ... ...3) C ... ... ...n) ... ... ... and so on.Write as many lines as you wish, but at least 4 lines.Good luck! 🔠 👍 Link back …
Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com 23rd October 2021 A beauty that beguiles the eye Such a splendour cannot lie I am compelled to look and stare To see if he’s not really there Straining every optic nerve I look, I study, every curve That sight will haunt for evermore As I look upon the …
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com 12th September 2021 Just dry hot earth, parched and cracked by heat No wheat, no maize, no barley, no beet The world, it has changed, and not for the best There’s just not enough food to feed all the rest. Flooded plains and the crops are all washed away So …
Photo by ATC Comm Photo on Pexels.com 3rd September 2021 Life’s journey for some just plods along, for others, it’s a riot! Some rather not have too much fun, they like it rather quiet. Wherever life’s journey takes you, be sure to understand, The dealer does not hold the cards, and there’s aces in your …
Image from Clapway.com 28th August 2021 The modern-day definition of a Blue Moon is when there are 2 Full Moons in one month. A Full Moon occurs roughly every 29.5 days and on the rare occasion when the Full Moon falls at the very beginning of a month there is a good chance a Blue Moon will …
21st August 2021 Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com In my ear a small voice, “We all have a choice. We all have free will, to do good or for ill.” “We were never made perfect; we were born out of conflict. Sin was never our choice.” “But it was,” said the voice. “We could never …
21st August 2021 Photo by Kindel Media on Pexels.com Please note, this is just a poem, it does not reflect me at the present but may resonate with some. Midnight? That’s not my time At least, not at my time of life Cocoa’s long been drunk Teeth cleaned, and into the arms of Morpheus But …
Flowers, withering without water. Drying, dying, none to care. Petals dropping, one by one, Dying, drying, abhorrent, uncared. The slightest breeze and several fall Dried, died, yet still fragrant. Their perfume fills only the imagination. Reality is the smell of stagnation. The aroma of death, By midday sun or moonlit night They fall, dead, dry, …
