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The still, shrill, chill that journeys up my spine.
That tangles me in amazement; in the grips I am enshrined.
My jaw slightly drops, my eyes widen immensely.
This dazzling sight is so alluring, it drags me in intensely.
The pull of the moon, sends the ocean in unplanned directions.
And to its salty spray, I feel a definite affection.
The suns orange sparkle, is painted with the blue.
It’s as if a thousand candles, create a thousand hues.
And by the lush green tree tops, the blue jays dance about.
Weaving through the branches, they soar without a doubt.
And if I listen closely, I can hear their melodic yells.
Their harmonizing symphonies, ring through the hills like bells.
And as I rest my head, under the tall grass fields
A thought comes to my mind, and I am forced yield.
These sights are beautifully useless, they're beautifully useless sights.
They will always be beautiful and useless, just like the suns light.
That tangles me in amazement; in the grips I am enshrined.
My jaw slightly drops, my eyes widen immensely.
This dazzling sight is so alluring, it drags me in intensely.
The pull of the moon, sends the ocean in unplanned directions.
And to its salty spray, I feel a definite affection.
The suns orange sparkle, is painted with the blue.
It’s as if a thousand candles, create a thousand hues.
And by the lush green tree tops, the blue jays dance about.
Weaving through the branches, they soar without a doubt.
And if I listen closely, I can hear their melodic yells.
Their harmonizing symphonies, ring through the hills like bells.
And as I rest my head, under the tall grass fields
A thought comes to my mind, and I am forced yield.
These sights are beautifully useless, they're beautifully useless sights.
They will always be beautiful and useless, just like the suns light.
A Bit of Love
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Stay
Late summer day, frozen autumn hay
All dressed in silver
Are you leaving?
Picking treasures on the sand
Golden flakes to keep some sun
To keep you with me
A broken shell for you, my heart
You left me your smile and I kept the sun
You are still with me
A silver breeze stopped down the street
Has no idea about you and me
Wherever will be?
It took all the gold I ever had
That little shell, your precious hug
Until you come back
You stay with me
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unstoppable, unsaid
we are honeyed with
the rays of our summer.
i have never been
so green with love.
our hours wean with
the passing of the heat
but there is time yet.
so still we twine
together, your hands
heavy on my hips
mine splaying
the small of your back.
ours is an unstoppable,
unsaid promise as wide
as the solstice is long.
our summer is endless
forests soaking in the sun,
warmed bodies tucked
together on beds of moss.
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waters heart beat
as the rain falls down
and the wind picks up speed again
we all can feel alive
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ok so this is my ironic poem. there is no such thing as a useless poem. i discovered this when i attempted writing one at my English teachers request. so instead of creating something useless, i created something that couldn’t be more useful.
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Nice aphorism at the end there =]
Loved the verse form, not a fan of standard rhyme, but works very well =]
Loved the verse form, not a fan of standard rhyme, but works very well =]