Best Aah Poems

Spring ushers in our warming breezes,
That whispers softly through the trees.
Making liquescent, late winter freezes,
Then blossoms appear, and later the bees.

The trees will soon wear natures clothing, 
Currently standing naked, tall, and rigid.
Shortly, the days will become less loathing,
Because my time outside won’t be so...

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Aah... how great the taste of water...

After lounging in bed until
late morning/early afternoon
we (the missus and I) felt restless
as garden variety buffoon
or think chrysalis itching

to escape encased within cocoon
nevertheless, she mustered hubby
long since retired dragoon
late morning/early after light
clothing he must post haste festoon
he protested against...

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Perhaps too much in the sun the flower 
Of your love is withering, or maybe 
It is the roots rotting since the shower 
Is too much. Perhaps it is the tree 
I need to trim; and since I am all these 
Perhaps it's I that...

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aah, my red rose comes close by the red sea in the pink Valentine glee ...



February 7, 2018
Roses are red - one liner - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Alexis Y...

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My love, 
she is like 
a rainbow forever eternal 
and emitting the brightest 
of colors. 
She is easy
 to gaze upon
 as she is also 
the reason 
that I smile 
each day and 
welcome each breath. 
My love, 
she is the answer 
to prayers and...

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Skipping is binary,
one, nought, one, nought, one.
Clip clop.
Tick tock.
One foot up, skip.
Next foot up, skip.

Hop, step and jump,
'tis hopscotch time.
Heart in love, skips a beat.
Electrons skip in quantum rings,
dangling their participles.

Skipping off-beat in music 
it's syncopation.
Flat stone, flat-thrown
bounces, skims and skips 'oer pond
plink, ploink, plink...

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Aah, Spring Gardening
(it does a body good)
Written: by Miracle Man
4/15/2020

With April showers comes the threat of a storm,
Nothing unusual in Oklahoma, it’s the norm.
Last week, one day past ninety, this week a freeze,
We’ve gone from howling winds to gentle breeze.
I couldn’t wait to plant so...

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