Roann Mendriq

Bronze Star - 2,645 Points [Roann Mendriq]

Roann Mendriq Poems

321. Jasmine © 5/23/2017
322. Falling Falling© 7/19/2013
323. Tended By A Poetree © 7/4/2013
324. Conference Of Crows © 8/28/2013
325. Love Is Never All Red Roses © 8/28/2013
326. Why Did They Have To Die? © 6/27/2013
327. Where The Green Secretly Grows© 6/26/2013
328. Puddle Splash © 4/11/2013
329. Truth© 4/11/2013
330. Parrots! © 3/30/2015
331. Let Truth Speak In Silence © 8/25/2015
332. Poetry For Children: Too Much Tv! © 8/10/2015
333. Water Falling© 6/30/2015
334. Poetry For Children: Homework © 4/26/2013
335. People Watching © 2/18/2014
336. Poetry For Children: Lost Socks! © 2/25/2014
337. Poetry For Children: I Have A Diplodocus © 7/3/2013
338. Poetry For Children: Granny's Little Laptop © 7/12/2013
339. Lenten Poems: Ashes To Ashes © 3/10/2014
340. Baking Bread © 9/18/2014
341. Poetry For Children: Bedtime Stories © 7/29/2013
342. Country Quilt © 4/17/2013
343. Healing Words© 6/18/2014
344. Flower Children© 4/11/2013
345. Poetry For Children: Icecream Dream © 8/28/2013
346. Christmas Poems: Lost Gift © 12/9/2014
347. Christmas Poems: The Truth About Santa© 11/24/2013
348. Poetry For Children: Flying Airplanes © 8/23/2013
349. A Mermaid's Tale © 4/21/2014
350. Poetry For Children: Happy Teachers' Day! © 9/2/2013
351. Butterfly © 9/10/2015
352. Canvas Sky © 3/19/2014
353. Poetry For Children: Mother And The Mouse © 8/28/2013
354. Poetry For Children: Flying With My Kite © 7/2/2013
Best Poem of Roann Mendriq

Poetry For Children: Flying With My Kite ©

A brilliant day to fly my kite,
Where else? But on our beach!
Dad holds it fast, with all his might,
Mum hoists it out of reach!

It's a beauty of a handmade kite,
of light bamboo tissue paper;
A royal golden eagle sprite,
given to fancy flights of caper!

It soars into the bright blue skies,
Wind borne on capricious wings;
High above the sea it flies,
Me, holding steadfast to its string.

It flies right into a cotton cloud,
It's reaching far and free!
'Let it go! ' laughs Dad aloud,
Mum claps her hands with glee!

Dad ...

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Doormat©

Of what real good is a Doormat?
Does it point out to one's station?
Does it herald in a season?
Or is it just for decoration?

People walk all over it,
It's always best ignored;
It's dusty, used and tattered,
You always see it floored.

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