Sugar candy DelightSoft pink candySugar candy Delight19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sugar sweet scent
pale in the sun
and heaven sent
sweet to the eyes
as the air sighs
creamy tinged petals
among the green
shiny dark leaves
a picture seen
rose of my heart
and nature`s treasure.
© Lis Bull 2014
My Deerest PoemMy Deerest Poem15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gently, your nose brushes the earth
As you graze beneath the tree’s bough
The sun rises and shines across your back in its new birth,
Nothing else exists except here and now.
In saunter, your hooves skim the earthen floor
Then, you raise your head to look at me
With eyes so gentle and deep; my heart is filled with rapport
In your gander, what in me do you see?
Abysmal is your gaze with those eyes so dark
Your crown is aloft, catching the tree branches as you sway
Your ears move in the direction of the sounds you hark
And warily absorbs the slight ruckus of the autumn day
With all of your senses heightened, you seem afraid
You move away with wide steps along the ground
Something in the air you sense and evade
Then, you veer off with one great bound
For a moment, I see the sinew of your legs as they move,
But in a heartbeat the sound of your hooves grows distant
I, however, can still see your form; long and smooth.
But even that is gone in an instant.
Geordie PoemThe neet wes mute an' dark.Geordie Poem15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No soond, but yet, a lark.
I heard eez heavy fyeutsteps.
All throo the forest neet.
His lang pointy lugs showed he wasn't a marra.
Just yen whe wud consume an' munch on wor tuh me end.
His dog-like snyeut an' pointy teeth.
Not yen a hare whud leek tuh meet.
He pounced above, red eyes gleamin.
I bounded belaa, me heart screamin.
I ran as I cud, rabbit legs leapin.
Hungry an' determined ahint wor still creepin.
I stopped, I coined fo' the beast wes gone.
But, I wondered, fo' ha lang?
For the wicked, whitehaired, warlike, wretched, wrongful wolf wes awa.
Leavin the rattled, restless, reddish rabbit tuh be free.
Through the trees a whispor,
"You are neeo free, run tuh wheor yee weor."
The forest seemed an' aaal empty.
Like aaal the creatures left wor.
The neet wes black an' eerie.
Not at aaal yen bit chearry.
Through the trees a meor wicked growl.
Alang wi' a lonely wolf's howl.
The evil red eyes, neet see kind.
The image lingered