I’m going to write a poem so everyone feels good. I’ll make it bright and cheery as I know I should. Peculiar times upon us, isolation’s now the norm. But spring is out in force; soon we’ll all feel warm. ~ Trees are soon to blossom, grass is soon to green. Flowers will share their colors, bees will tend their queen. Nature shares her secrets, life does rise again. Birds are already singing, though we’ve a bigger brain. ~ The future has no guide; we live from day to day. Optimism is our key to find a better way. Life will throw some curves and everyone has a pitch. Some may catch a virus, some will find their niche. ~ Love is in our heart, compassion’s in our soul. Thoughts fill our heads, they make us feel whole. The earth will stay in motion; the sun will rise and fall. Time’s now to show our mettle and share with one and all.
This story begins where most would end. It’s not fiction, I won’t pretend. The moon was high, my energy low. The night came fast, my thinking slow. ~ I heard a noise come from my shed. A scream so loud it could wake the dead. I stepped outside not knowing why. Should I return or would I die? ~ Each step closer my life’s less long. My goal uncertain but temptation’s strong. To turn and run or hide and wait, the choice is now, if not too late. ~ Between my door and destiny, lay the light and dark of uncertainty. Betwixt the abstracts of would, could and should, in a purgatory I there stood. ~ Clinging to the past and a peace of mind, scenarios flood to times I’d find. Reaching out to unlock my fate, sights envisioned now bears the weight. ~ In the dimming light of one’s existence, the future seen in our past’s distance. Fear now a memory, the dragons slain, tomorrows welcomed with forever’s again. ~ The truth often stretched resilience we test. For problems to solve persistence is best. And the shed’s but a metaphor for time unknown. While the night the place where stars are grown.
I woke today without a thought. I tried to write as I ought. The hours past, the writing naught, perhaps a blockage I have caught. ~ But tomorrow is another day. Will I write, I cannot say. Will the blockage have its way? Or will the rhymes come out to play. ~ Questions asked but answer’s few. If not to write what will I do? Will I feel sad and blue? Or will tomorrow shed a clue? ~ I’ll let you know, wait right here. I’ll try my hardest, this I swear. Long or short, I don’t care. Because it’s always best to share.
Where bumble bees sing to morning blooms, sunshine fills sleepy rooms. Little birds chirp to ring in the day. The town folk thrive and children play. ~ Evening’s all spent cozy and warm; everyone huddles at word of a storm. With a common goal of tranquility, their smiles all share the harmony. ~ Freedom reigns and peace assured, caring for all, we’re all adored. And though this place is yet to be found, in dreams we meet when feet leave the ground.
I’m sorry I have no poem today. I’ve actually started two. But I have no endings. So I’ve nothing to share with you. ~ Fortunately there are tomorrows. Perhaps I’ll end them then. Or maybe this is a metaphor; for the fickleness of the pen. ~ Many things get started. Only some will see an end. But until there’s a conclusion, a finish, we can pretend. ~ So I’ll pretend my poems are great. They start off really well. And I’ll imagine it’s a perfect day. For the unknown we shouldn’t dwell.
A world at peace, perhaps a dream, with goals shared as a team. A future bright for one and all, tomorrows fears then are small. ~ Common ills conquered without bloodshed, pessimism starved when all are fed. Optimism shines brightening our days, nights restful when worry strays. ~ Children are joyful when parents secure. Generations prosper when time is sure. Growth’s insured without need, when the common good we all heed.
The sun’s now high, the night was long, and the urge to rise is growing strong. Weary eyes open to a day that’s new. Yesterday’s past when choices few. ~ Life, it seems, is full of turns. Seconds wander the watchful learns. Tomorrow’s imagined now in sight, the fog clearing, and the future bright. ~ Optimism wanes when pessimism gains, the pressure builds within our brains. Awaken now to a time at ease, enjoy this moment, if you please.
The morning’s young, the night is past. The time is now but it’s going fast. Awaken now from your peaceful rest. Today’s the day to start your quest. ~ Risen with the sun all will grow. Though paths oft long, journey’s often slow. With eyes toward the future, feet on the ground, heart beats guide to destinations found. ~ Relish each moment without delay. Thanks to be given along the way. Share the joy with all you meet. Tomorrows, then we’ll gladly greet.
As a child I was longing to see; those glorious times ahead of me. The ocean called as did the stars. Riches I’d have and fancy cars. ~ I’d marry a princess, have lots of kids. I’ll do all the things that mom forbids. I’d stay up late and eat lots of sweets. I’ll sleep till noon on soft flannel sheets. ~ Teen years came, dreams went astray. I dreaded school and my life in every way. But off I trudged through rain and snow. Where I was going I didn’t know. ~ Hair grew long and patience grew thin. Trouble was found, most from within. The rage was waning by senior year. My future was waiting tied to a pier. ~ Adventures were had though not for long. I did some things I knew were wrong. The hammer fell then back on the street. Many days traveled to get home and eat. ~ Dad was displeased, mom’s not surprised. It was about my time to get civilized. I rode the bus to work at the mill. The paychecks earned were never to thrill. ~ My life, I thought, was now just a waste. Decision made poorly and with great haste. Dreams of the past seemed now far away. Would the rest of my life be like today? ~ Options getting fewer, debts soon to grow. Choices are but two, the time’s now to go. At that very instant dreams came back in view. As learning from the past will awaken you.
Good day to all and Happy New Year. The time is now to persevere, so out with the old and in with the new. After all that’s all we can do. ~ While some woke hung-over some are well rested. This day is new and soon we’ll be tested. We’ve made resolutions, some we’ll forget. Mistakes we’ve made and some we’ll regret. ~ Let’s rise above and all stand up tall. Another chance is now given to all. Its day number one, a new start begins. Let’s heed our losses and embrace our wins.
My buttocks hurt and my knuckles crack. What drives me forward can drag me back. My eyes are tired and my head is sore. My hands are cramped, I can write no more. ~ My pages are filled with useless stuff. And one more verse is never enough. Pencils grow dull as does my brain. But each day silent leaves a stain. ~ Though deep down I know the truth. The haunt persists from my youth. I’ve something to say, but what is unclear. Answers will come but not this year. ~ A resolution needed this time around. Try harder I must for I am bound. The calendar says I’m almost there. Glasses raised a toast we’ll share. ~ A new day begins with much to do. Sunnier thoughts will eclipse the blue. A cushion I’ll buy for my favorite chair. Words will flow like a breath of fresh air. ~ Volumes will fill with the funniest of lines. A chapter reserved for my sweet valentines. I’ll rise from sleep as each day’s the first. I’ll sip my coffee then quench my thirst. ~ Reflecting upon the time long past, how the future sneaks up too fast. And if nothing to leave advice I can give. “Live out your dreams and a dream you shall live.”
The night was black and eerily still, sensations naught but for the chill. The fog then quickly settles in. It is death but for the din. ~ With nowhere left to run or go. A silence welcomes from far below. Or follow the sounds of mournful screams, awakened to a life of no one’s dreams. ~ Nightmares seep with a shuttered mind. Yet sweetly we rest when freedom we find. Tomorrows beat within our hearts. Open eyes see bright, new starts. ~ But it is sleep where we all do dwell, our futures told of heaven and hell. We’ll meet the many never to know. Then in a blink it’s the end of our show. ~ When we wake a dimension’s gone. Feeling flat upward we’re drawn. We rise to heights imagined by one. The world awaits, our day begun ~ Tread the paths, both waning and worn. Use your sharpness when you’re torn. And sleep will guide us to our core. But time awake always one third more.
It’s been a month or maybe more, it could be less but I’m not sure. Perspective’s fuzzy, mind’s a blank, creativity’s done and mood sank. ~ At least today I wrote a thing, I hoped that some joy it’d bring. I wasn’t wrong though it’s not great, reflecting on these times of late. ~ Perhaps tomorrow will improve; I’ll jump out of bed in the groove. I’ll run downstairs to greet the sun, damn this chill, let’s awake the fun.
Let’s all build a castle with some turrets and a moat. Perhaps on an island reached only in a boat. Built with our experience, we’re heavily fortified. Nirvana lies within, unseen from the outside. ~ Visitors are always welcome. But your journey will be long. There is no turning back, there is no being wrong. When the door does open, quickly do step in. Grab a stone, climb the stairs; it’s where you will begin. ~ Harmony will fill our time and slumber will fill our needs. Petty wants and desires found but never feeds. With the dawn arisen, with cheers we will feast. The nightmares now are over; we’ve tamed our daily beast. ~ Years may pass and maybe more, but your day will come. The steps that you’ve chosen are now greater than their sum. Rising ever higher, the sky will come into view. The dream is nearly reached but the rest is up to you.
I woke today in a fog. But autumn’s now in view. There’ll be more days of sky high temps, though fortunately just a few. ~ My body’s burned with a patchwork tan, the grass a patchwork of brown. Smiles await bluer skies, but for now I’ve still a frown. ~ Perhaps today I’ll write a poem, better than those before. I used to say that every day, but now I’m not so sure. ~ Like the seasons, time does change, creativity comes and goes. Inspiration’s all around, but negativity grows and grows. ~ I need a cool crisp morning, with leaf of red and gold. Though summers can be wonderful, this one’s getting old. ~ Maybe it’s just a fantasy, thinking words will find their way. Maybe the fantasy’s over, of being joyous every day. ~ Peering up from my lap, I see the fog starting to clear. Though my paper is still blank, I know a story’s near. ~ My eyes now wide open, my pencil’s sharp and new. Optimistically I scribble a word, the clouds now but few. ~ One word turns to another, a third leads to a line. Verses soon will follow, and again the day is mine. ~ I’m glad this patchwork is over. And I’m sure that you are too. I’m thankful for your time today, my inspiration being you.
I woke today a poet, dreams now in view. The sun’s soon to rise on a world truly new. My eyes open wide, heart beats on high. Senses all a tingle, colors fill the sky. ~ Birds spread their joy, they sing me a song. Their sounds inspire feelings pure and strong. A cat sleeps on a table-top, seemingly unaware. My darling’s soon to wake, morning we will share. ~ Thoughts and emotions again will flow. Hugs and kisses let us both know. The future is beginning when we rise. Our time is surely now, why compromise.
My patience for summer is wearing thin. The novelty’s over for peeling off skin. I’m looking forward for autumn to begin, when cool, crisp morning’s return a grin. ~ The leaves will turn to gold and reds. They’ll float to the ground nourishing beds. Rakes will be pulled from overstuffed sheds, soon replaced with our winter sleds. ~ Christmas and New Year’s, Oh what a blast, though the warm, cheery feelings never last. The future’s bitter cold, I long for the past. The seasons shine on our natures contrast. ~ But spring will come and life’s renewed. Optimism blooms and reality’s skewed. Normality is as is the cycle it’s viewed. With eyes to the stars, the burn subdued.
Weeks slipping by, time’s running out. Life’s shut in the outsides in doubt. The vibe of the day’s now on mute. Videos sought for anything cute. ~ The outdoors greening, flowers in bloom. The house’s dust free, yet still a tomb. The future’s awaited with joy and fear. Normality’s coming but when’s not clear. ~ Day’s getting longer, the sun’s less bright. Nights give respite, dreams take flight. Tomorrows will come and none too soon. May may be good but if not then June.
I rose today and the sky was blue. I count my blessings; I know I’ve a few. The love of another is by my side. She’ll wake soon to a smile wide. ~ Our health is good and optimism’s high. Our family’s well, no need to cry. We’ll share our morning as we always do. We’ll sip our coffees and maybe two. ~ Our time together is as never before. Our bond grows stronger awaiting a cure. We’ve music and art to fill our head. We’ve cuddling and chatting when in bed. ~ We’ve some windows to see this world green. We’ve books galore for the time between. We watch the news and shed our tears. We’ll hold each other to ease our fears. ~ We’ll laugh a little when it feels right. We’ll end our day with a kiss goodnight. The world’s now different outside our door, though life goes on much as before. ~ The needs of others we’ll not neglect. We’ll do our part to not infect. Together as one or two or all, our blessings shared we’ll rise to the call.
I sit at the kitchen table waiting for thoughts to come. So far none’s forthcoming; I’m hoping there’ll be some. Time is quickly passing as I stare off into space. If wasting time were a sport I know I’d win the race. ~ But words don’t run on tracks and thoughts know no time. But if patience is a virtue then waiting is no crime. Procrastination is a different thing, results will find away. It’s a choice that we make to give away our say. ~ Yesterdays’ may be gone but our actions will remain. Mistakes made along the way will leave a lasting stain. We wake each day to change, thinking everything’s the same. But time moves only forward and tomorrows’ we cannot tame. ~ We’ll take our deepest breath and dive in head first. We try to make the biggest splash to satisfy our thirst. The volumes fill up fast, their content is our own. The good we see in others reflects on how we’ve grown. ~ The time is getting late and I’m fading fast. Why must the future wait while sleeping off the past? So I’ll wait another day for something new to write. The winter blues are passing and mornings looking bright. ~ Optimism’s on the rise though heights often chill. Pessimism is an easy fall but the bottom is no thrill. Windows will soon be open and fresh starts will appear. And those webs in the attic just need the spring to clear.
I woke today to see the sun, to watch it rise my day begun. But the clouds got in the way. So I’ll have to wait another day. ~ But life goes on as it should. I wouldn’t change it if I could. A day of gray won’t get me down. I’m alive, so I can’t frown. ~ A start is good, but to finish is best. The time between is just a test. We make the grade when we rise. And see the world through others’ eyes. ~ The dawn was brilliant somewhere for sure. And sunny thoughts will warm the pure. So today I write in the dimmest of light, surely better than endless night. ~ I’ve seen the dark as many do. Ups and downs are nothing new. But clouds do part and linings exposed. So I’ll save the gloom till my eyes stay closed.