Crimson velvet petals drift
slowly to the floor,
as words fall from
a creator’s mind.
Green shards – once leaves –
depart off a thorny stem,
like a writer’s empty hole
dries up, left bereft.
Category: Poems
Alliterations, Cacophony, Consonance, Elisions,
Diction, Homonyms, Hyberboles, Imagery, Irony,
Oxymorons, Prosody, Puns, Metaphors, Rhymes,
Synonyms, Tones, Similes and Smiles.
Wind
Flag whipped into fringe
Debris flung across garden
Sunshine turned frigid.
Pic cc0 @ Pixabay.
Rain
Drops on my glasses
Drops on my clothes
Turning me cold-
torture.
Driving to meet friends
Driving amongst crazies
Can’t see through gray-
torture.
Can’t park close enough
Stepping out into puddles
Feet wet and cold-
torture.
Phone’s in my bag
Full of my life’s photos
It sneaks in, slippery-
torture.
Order food for the family
Carry it outside
My bags get soggy-
torture.
Clouds stop dripping
Rainbow spotted above
All is clean and green-
wondrous torture.
Sun
She adores the sun,
shining bright, it ruins me
blazing fire, I melt.
This is a haiku taken from the point of view of an ice cream cone.
“Fit as a Fiddle”
This is an exercise where a writer uses a cliche to create a poem.
She’s as fit as a fiddle,
wide at the edges, thin in the middle,
playing on vibrating strings
she barely keeps together all of the things.
Arranging, humming, squeaking, buffing
take care of her, don’t allow any scuffing!
*Graphic CC0 from Pixabay
Hand of the Lamb
Skin’s so soft, I’m feeling fine bones.
Clenching tightly, I grasp on to hold.
This physical manifestation of what lies beneath
is strength that holds me up, when I can’t seem to breathe.
This hand offers softness in its effort to comfort
smooths over my soul, while giving me support.
I need His grace, mercy, hope and forgiveness
each and every day of my life – if I hope to last.
I need this hand of the lamb as I walk my daily path,
til the day when a hug will take the place of the hand.
*Photo CC0 from Pixabay
Luminescence
Sun shining brightly
through misty clouds diffusing
luminescent glow.
