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.
Tree of Whispers
Tag: poem
Drip Drop
Raindrops
By my window
Drip drop is what I hear
What a lovely, beautiful sound.
Calming
Silly Poems
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!
Midnight Whispers
City lights flicker in midnight’s hush,
Streetlamps shimmer, neon blush.
Footsteps echo on empty ground—
Silent thoughts the only sound.
Soft Nostalgia
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.
The Gift of Laughter
I’m thankful for the teasing
That brings laughter without ceasing
Whisking away the blues
With jokes and funny cues
Delicate Lace Handkerchief
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.
Harmony
Chords of nature sing,
In every heartbeats’ rhythm,
World united close.
Starry Wishes
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.
Wander
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.
Gunther McGiblets, The Tasteful Turkey: Artwork & Poem
https://mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com/
Gunther McGiblets has the greatest taste
And it’s not the kind from a butter baste.
His gift of Feng Shui
Will blow you away.
If eaten, his talents would go to waste.
-AAA 11/28/2024
Threads of Time
In threads of time, stories unfurl
Embroidered tales, stitch by stitch
In the fabric of history, neatly sewn
Dreams
In the quiet night,
Whispers of a distant world,
Softly call my name,
Through the fabric of the stars,
Hope dances in silken threads.
Friends
Treasured moments
A bond that knows no bounds
Sharing laughter, tears, and dreams
Forever.
Breaking Free
Bordered by walls, gated within,
Seeking to break free, to bravely begin.
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