Only if i run out of real sugar. Then I'll ask for the sweetener.
An Indian Summer's fiery Queen,
the Gulmuhar reveals her face,
glowing amber gilt edged green,
veiled in tatted crimson lace.
Little flames of scarlet fire,
grace her gold and crimson crown,
vying with the royal spire,
beacon to an arid town.
Gusts of breeze light up the air,
hailing her as Queen...
CERTAINLY DOCTOR HAVEN
The computer slid into the darkness of my electric neglect.
Crying for pain in the snow-ropes of random.
Easily aching, the wax of rendered delusions scrapes the blue wall of defeat.
Will the rug weave the willful drops of the marmalade captain?
Will the night dog bite the...
The Secret - Robert Frost
We dance round in a ring and suppose
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
“The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.”
Edit: Corrected the quotes.
I've heard it many times but where does it come from? From some novel?
Joyful clusters, drops of gold,
drenched in shining summer rays,
blithely dance, how uncontrolled,
swaying in the summer's blaze.
Not a single leaf of green,
flutters in these radiant trees,
Sunlit gold is all that's seen,
floating on the summer's breeze.
In this gentle golden rain,
every petal, sweet...
Jagged beams of light
Shot from you at first sight
Your dimpled smile
took my breath away
And in that moment I knew
I wanted you to stay
We talked all day
through the morning light
Your sparkling light green eyes
Made me not want to say goodbye
And when I laid down my head
I dreamed of you holding me tight
Roses are red, i like to shave, juice
lawnmower blueberry, toilet paper roomba,
pepperoni button, asparagus laptop graveyard
pan pan cake lemon cardboard yes yes yes
My soup dumplings erupted in the steamer so they became ~dumplings~
Yes I will write one,
Whose car is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hello.
He gives his car a shake,
And screams I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The car is hairy,...
Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
You are an idiot;
And, you know it's true.
The fire's sparks, like sprites from heaven sent
Arises up from every site of camps
Without nocturnal night consent
That scampers from the lights like scamps
paint the picture as you want it to be seen . then stand back and listen, for your mind to filter the art. and what you are bringing across. each person will view and hear it differently. that's ART """OTHERWISE ITS TRASH
I’m trying to write a poem describing fear in all five senses. What would it smell like?