
Bored beyond belief,
No relief in sight.
Need to think of ideas
On things to do.
A place to show my work

Bored beyond belief,
No relief in sight.
Need to think of ideas
On things to do.

The road to the unknown brings great rewards.
Adventure lies beyond the shore.
Waiting for you to start.

In the arms of the tree, whispers of the past,
A haven of hope where spirits run free.
Branches stretch out like arms, wide and free,
A tapestry woven where memories last.

Raindrops
By my window
Drip drop is what I hear
What a lovely, beautiful sound.
Calming

“If we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves.” —Maria Edgeworth

Silly poems are fun to write,
About things both big and slight.
Handle, stick, and pole so tall,
They stand up straight and never fall.
Grab the handle, hold on tight,
It’ll help you with your might.
The stick is thin, the pole is long,
In this silly poem, they belong.
So next time you see a handle, stick, or pole,
Remember this poem, it’s good for the soul!

City lights flicker in midnight’s hush,
Streetlamps shimmer, neon blush.
Footsteps echo on empty ground—
Silent thoughts the only sound.

In the stillness of the night, memories gently reverberate,
Through the corridors of time, they softly resonate,
Echoes of laughter and tears intertwine,
In the chambers of the heart, they enshrine,
Timeless, bittersweet melody, forever innate.
Amidst the silence, their whispers still resonate.

I’m thankful for the teasing
That brings laughter without ceasing
Whisking away the blues
With jokes and funny cues

“For the great doesn’t happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.” —Vincent Van Gogh

In a pocket, snug and neat,
Lies a handkerchief, delicate and sweet.
Lace adorns its corners four,
Ready to wipe a tear or a little bit more.

Chords of nature sing,
In every heartbeats’ rhythm,
World united close.

In the sky where the night dreams unfold,
A bright star shines, a beacon of gold.
With wishes we send,
To the universe, lend,
A tale of our hopes to be told.

To wander is to seek beyond the known,
To chase the horizon where dreams are sown,
Each step a journey, each path a delight,
Exploring the world under starlit night.

“Nothing is impossible. The word itself says ‘I’m possible!'” — Audrey Hepburn