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Tanka |
Cinquain |
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The sea catches it
Tosses it high and
low, rests
Then slowly, slowly
Releases the ball
back to
The arms of the
waiting child |
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Cobbled
Streets with old
shops
Busy people rushing
About their daily
lives, always
Happy |
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Music |
Sand beneath my feet |
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Haunting melody
Playing forgotten
dances
Memories and dreams
Of twirling,
swirling, shining
Nights that live on forever
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Sand beneath my
feet
The sea lapping
tranquilly
On the shore. Ice
cream
Chocolate sauce and
a flake
The beach is my
paradise!
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Haiku |
Tiger |
Mountain ranges tall
With highlights in
gold and bronze
Shrouded in pink clouds
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The tiger slowly
Stalks the
unknowing prey, then
Leaps, and takes
them down
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Why do I write poems? |
A ball of wool |
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Why do I write
poems?
I’ve never really
wondered
Just a way to pass
Long quiet hours,
to make them
Fly, and to let me
escape.
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A ball of wool, so
Simple, yet so
complexly
Woven together
A metaphor for
life? Or
Just a tangled ball
of wool?
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Wanted. |
Alone |
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Wanted. Someone to
Cherish a lonely
heart, to
Look beneath looks
and
Love the person
inside. To
Make that person
feel wanted.
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Alone
I wait for you
To call me, so I
can
Apologise. I am so
sorry
Silence
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Garden |
Desert |
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Beauty unfolded
Sunlight spills in golden rays
And picks out velvet
Emerald highlights scattered
Paradise in forest shades |
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Scraped dry,
barren, bare
Terracotta, honey, cream
Savage, lovely land
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Ocean |
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Sparkles bright,
dancing
Azure waves, tossed flecks of foam
Pure empty expanse
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It has been fun |
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It has been fun
To make you smile
But I think my
poems
Have gone on a
while
So I’ll say goodbye
Hope I see you
again
When you read my
poems
Fair well till
then.
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