AITS NEAR COMES EVERY YEAR
so as you go light mabe low
some will wear look like a gost
to you they might tost
so there's no tear
have some fears
you might wept
that night do it right
WATCH YOUR STEP
Categories:
aits, adventure, anger,
Form: Prose Poetry
Blooming vibrant flowers,
Fog flowing over green aits,
The blowing of boisterous winds,
Ceaseless droplets of dew dripping down,
The chill in the air,
Making me quiver and shiver!
Senses are enjoying exhilarating heralds of winter!
Beautifully blazing apricity,
Merry moments of basking in the Sun.
Lovely days of quite saunter,
Under zesty yellow green shades,
Along with my little cutieee vaunter.
Curling up in cosy quilt and lovely lazy days.
Warm smile on my pretty face,
Quietly says, “welcome winter,
Longing to live through the mesmerising wonders!”
Categories:
aits, winter,
Form: I do not know?
What once was such a beloved auto, shiny and new is now
A rusty sad shell of her dazzling days gone by as she
Stands so pitifully on tall grasses sprouting inside and out.
Her horn hushed permanently, almost unrecognizable with
Eyes completely blinded by vandals. She feels abandoned and
Desperate to recapture what was once such a gay life, with
United family outings...happy memories of attending
Picnics near the sunny sea shore or park, and so much more...
Now sun baked, she sizzles in the junk yard graveyard. Her
Only comfort, being surrounded by others looking worse off as she
Waits...willing to give parts of herself to help others in need.
6-15-16
Rusted and Busted
Sponsor Casarah Nance
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Categories:
aits, age, change, sad,
Form: Acrostic