Eyes see beyond sight,
Imagining what can be,
Unveiling the future,
Like waves upon the sea.
Dreams float in my mind,
Hope whispers soft and near,
With each little step,
I can face all my fears.
Visions of Hope
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Embracing Serendipity
In moments of chance, serendipity illuminates unexpected paths, leading us to genuine joy & connection.
Whispers of Spring
In the springtime breeze,
Fragrance of cherry blooms,
Delicate whispers,
Nature’s gentle embrace found,
Moments linger, softly held.
Fragrance of Dreams
Their fragrance so sweet, a soft tease,
Brings forth smiles and whispers with ease.
In gardens adorned,
Where dreams are reborn,
Nature’s beauty is sure to appease.
Magic and Mockery
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The magician scoffed
And she disappeared in smoke
Never seen again.
Magic words never said again
To live in peace and not mocked.
-AAA/MAD
Sharing Laughter
Joining in laughter
Is the most fun we can have
We’re all sharing joy
experiencing pleasure
to help deal with what may come
-AAA/MAD
Boring Town Ballad
In a town where the folks found it boring,
They danced to the sound of their snoring.
With a yawn and a sigh,
They waved dreams goodbye,
And entertained thoughts that were soaring!
Fabulous Fridays
Caught in Their Grasp
Lazy Hunger
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I am so hungry
But I do not want to cook
Find me some takeout
Pizza, sushi, or maybe
Some spicy noodles will do
-AAA/MAD
Bored
Bored beyond belief,
No relief in sight.
Need to think of ideas
On things to do.
Embrace the Adventure
The road to the unknown brings great rewards.
Adventure lies beyond the shore.
Waiting for you to start.
Tree of Whispers
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.
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!
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