</>One could say:
There are petals for every flower
A record of moments
Every so many years
...
There is an alluring feeling
The way the eyes sink low.
they touch to the lids- then shutter
The closed moments that feel like eternity.
...
I Swayed beautifully and
I felt the colors once.
It was purple and violet.
I let shimmer and be gently quixotic.
...
The bird that dives
the fish that flies
dinner drop and lost at shore
...
There are pictures on walls
Some dirty, others blanketed and dusty.
...
Visiting my mother, room 32 in ICU
Life truly starts and sparks ignite
Grinding friction from the facts of life
Pushed and forced by flow and strife
...
Memories last, I feel them.
Like the future, they stay.
Aged and colored gray
They do Wrinkle though from time
...
This place, the dry air burns
Thy bird on a moon well
Dependence fly’s down
The shallow, my Soul singer
...
At first I'm obscure
Thus, I'm precreation
At the stand still of time
Soon to speak my mind
...
They can have pictures of us and bones in the dirt;
Stories with quixotic tales and tears we shed-
And whatever little is left— it's saved to decaying paper
...
The wings of the ocean combed azure and teal.
My feet, nestled just before the sea cliff—
Slowly encompassed my connection.
I swayed to a tranquil flow, an alluring gaze
...
There was a girl who walked into town,
She had a brown dress that her momma made.
But the burlap dress didn't look that great
And her momma said oh you gotta make do
...
Crashing waves weep
Sympathy for battered shores
In my youth I envied low tide
Nearly always in the distance.
...
Poetry to me is something that grows, and I personally recommend reading your poetry from years past and adjusting them. I've grown over time to learn that my poetry is chaotic if not allowed to be matured, and for that I feel great full for the chances I have to make something people can enjoy.)
Petals Of Our Life
</>One could say:
There are petals for every flower
A record of moments
Every so many years
Then a petal falls
Childhood play games
Your first best friend
Your first mistakes
Then a petal falls
The love in your life
The ring bringing trust
To a new found bond
Then a petal falls
To watch new steps
Learn love again
To guide and overcome
Children growing up
Then a petal falls
The first realization
Everything cycled complete
Then the petals continue
And one could say
Flowers forget
the petals are always beautiful
Lovley poems You don't get to write this well from any class, its a skill your botrn with. Well done
great poems thanks for sharing. Paul