Every eye is on the prize
Grass green, spring buds bright
Gingerly, kids begin to search
Hovering high and crawling
Under, leaving
No speckled
Treat unfound
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Gollum
Last night we watched the first two Hobbit movies for the first time (aside from my husband having seen only the first one). My youngest has such a sensitive heart that immediately went out to Gollum. She was very upset after Bilbo had stolen his precious ring, leaving him so distraught. This in turn had my husband revealing more of his story, trying to convince her that Gollum shouldn't have the evil ring, and that he ends up being more of a hero of sorts. My youngest then proceeded to ask why there wasn't a Gollum day, leading us to declare the day before Easter, Gollum Day, to celebrate the eerie awesomeness that is Gollum. So, today was Gollum Day for us, which meant ordering pizza and watching the last Hobbit movie and the first two Lord of the Rings movies. I am wondering if we will actually remember Gollum Day next year, but I have to admit, it was kind of a fun random day to celebrate. The day before Easter? Why not! Anyways, so I decided to write up a quick Gollum acrostic poem to go with our lovely Gollum Day:
Gently creeping, following
Over the craggy rocks
Lulled by his own voice as he
Longs for his precious ring
Urges of violence rising from the other
Man dwelling inside
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Gently creeping, following
Over the craggy rocks
Lulled by his own voice as he
Longs for his precious ring
Urges of violence rising from the other
Man dwelling inside
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
sea witch
Simply calm, wandering about the beach
Energy flowing through her
As the Ocean calls
Willowing fingers skimming the waters
Inching deeper to find
That hidden treasure
Carefully placed by the Sea's frothing fingers,
Her silky hands caressing the sands
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Thursday, April 2, 2015
beach
Breezy sea air, filling my lungs
Edging through my body
Always that lull, that swooshing of the waves
Ceasing my worries and pains
Honoring the slippery spirit within
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Edging through my body
Always that lull, that swooshing of the waves
Ceasing my worries and pains
Honoring the slippery spirit within
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
fingers
Firmly grasping the needle, skin cracked and peeling,
Instinctively weaving through the fabric, over and under;
Never straying from its path
Gingerly creating a masterpiece
Engraved upon the quilt with thread that catches the
Rays of the sun, glistening with a
Story that will warm others for generations
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Instinctively weaving through the fabric, over and under;
Never straying from its path
Gingerly creating a masterpiece
Engraved upon the quilt with thread that catches the
Rays of the sun, glistening with a
Story that will warm others for generations
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
the gargoyle
He sat, fixed upon the pointed roof
staring out into the darkness;
his eyes intensely drawn in all directions,
his feet grasping tightly, keeping balance.
His stone demeanor, unmoving
as noises clicked softly and rhythmically
from his throat.
His talons scrape against the roof
as his dark wings quickly unfold
and take him to the ground.
His face gnarled and grotesque
before the intruder;
his large wings menacing
as they encase the surroundings,
frightening the unwelcomed
to flee and never return.
The wings whip the air as
he is taken back to his spot
upon the roof to keep a still watch,
to be the guardian, the protector.
Written by K, Copyright 2015
staring out into the darkness;
his eyes intensely drawn in all directions,
his feet grasping tightly, keeping balance.
His stone demeanor, unmoving
as noises clicked softly and rhythmically
from his throat.
His talons scrape against the roof
as his dark wings quickly unfold
and take him to the ground.
His face gnarled and grotesque
before the intruder;
his large wings menacing
as they encase the surroundings,
frightening the unwelcomed
to flee and never return.
The wings whip the air as
he is taken back to his spot
upon the roof to keep a still watch,
to be the guardian, the protector.
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Monday, December 1, 2014
I hide in the darkness
I hide in the darkness,
his power hunting me
like a whisper in the night.
His white fangs pierce my skin,
draining my soul;
my red blood staining his
savage teeth.
Written by K, Copyright
*Written using my magnetic poetry sets.
his power hunting me
like a whisper in the night.
His white fangs pierce my skin,
draining my soul;
my red blood staining his
savage teeth.
Written by K, Copyright
*Written using my magnetic poetry sets.
his vampire blood
His vampire blood
courses through me.
Black fire kisses my soul,
whispering lies of death
as the raven calls
to the creature within.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*Written using my magnetic poetry sets.
courses through me.
Black fire kisses my soul,
whispering lies of death
as the raven calls
to the creature within.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*Written using my magnetic poetry sets.
winter wonderland
I step out into the cold,
my naked feet deep in snow.
I wiggle my toes,
raise my head,
and inhale the winter winds.
I know it is cold,
though I don't feel it.
I don't feel the numbness
on my toes or on my face.
I don't feel the chill
on my skin.
I feel nothing but
the peace of such beauty.
I see a growing light up high,
almost blinding.
A light that wants to consume me,
so I walk towards it.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*Written in response to one-minute writers prompt "winter wonderland".
my naked feet deep in snow.
I wiggle my toes,
raise my head,
and inhale the winter winds.
I know it is cold,
though I don't feel it.
I don't feel the numbness
on my toes or on my face.
I don't feel the chill
on my skin.
I feel nothing but
the peace of such beauty.
I see a growing light up high,
almost blinding.
A light that wants to consume me,
so I walk towards it.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*Written in response to one-minute writers prompt "winter wonderland".
Friday, July 11, 2014
umbrella
Underneath the canopy,
My space
Beneath the dripping rains-
Remembering nothing but
Endless puddles before my
Longing solemn gaze;
Losing myself
Amidst the wet hazy maze.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
My space
Beneath the dripping rains-
Remembering nothing but
Endless puddles before my
Longing solemn gaze;
Losing myself
Amidst the wet hazy maze.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
in the dark of night
In the dark of night,
the creature possesses
my strange dream;
his whispers pierce my skin,
silently stealing my soul
with his ancient powers.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*Another fun evening with magnetic poetry!
the creature possesses
my strange dream;
his whispers pierce my skin,
silently stealing my soul
with his ancient powers.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*Another fun evening with magnetic poetry!
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
I glance at my hands
I glance at my hands
wondering why...
darkness beneath my skin.
I look about me
wondering how...
my view is my sin.
I crave something,
wondering what...
feeling lost within.
A voice whispering,
wondering who...
knowing its not my kin.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*This poem is being share with the Midweek Motif over at Poets United, with the prompt of addressing UFO day (which was July 2nd).
wondering why...
darkness beneath my skin.
I look about me
wondering how...
my view is my sin.
I crave something,
wondering what...
feeling lost within.
A voice whispering,
wondering who...
knowing its not my kin.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*This poem is being share with the Midweek Motif over at Poets United, with the prompt of addressing UFO day (which was July 2nd).
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
her voice shared freely
Her voice shared freely
as she read from the pages
of his favorite book.
Uncertain of being heard
by his silent, still body.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
* This was a Tanka Tuesday word prompt (friends) from The One-Minute Writer.
as she read from the pages
of his favorite book.
Uncertain of being heard
by his silent, still body.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
* This was a Tanka Tuesday word prompt (friends) from The One-Minute Writer.
Monday, June 30, 2014
the mausoleum
The mausoleum burns
with flames light;
death succumbs to life
through the poet's plight.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*I was having a bit of fun with my magnetic poetry sets last night!
with flames light;
death succumbs to life
through the poet's plight.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
*I was having a bit of fun with my magnetic poetry sets last night!
Saturday, June 28, 2014
her breath
Her breath is filled with hate,
screaming.
Her heart is pounding
against her broken chest,
searching.
Seeking the truth though
blinding.
All becomes silent, still,
drowning.
Created by K, Copyright 2014
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
my ode to the honey bee
I can feel the grass between my toes
as the sun warms my face.
An innocent bee bumbles by,
buzzing in my ear as it searches for
the nectar of the nearby flowers.
I wonder what it's like
to fly through life with one intent.
I marvel at the bee's size as
I understand his grand purpose.
His desire to gather the hidden
treasures within the flowers
to make his prized honey,
trailing pollen along the way.
as the sun warms my face.
An innocent bee bumbles by,
buzzing in my ear as it searches for
the nectar of the nearby flowers.
I wonder what it's like
to fly through life with one intent.
I marvel at the bee's size as
I understand his grand purpose.
His desire to gather the hidden
treasures within the flowers
to make his prized honey,
trailing pollen along the way.
Written by K, Copyright 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
an acrostic monday: snow
Sleek, slick
Naked from birth, an
Overture of crisp
White overlay
Written by K, Copyright 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
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